Harlem Woman - Roy Orbison, Chuck Turner

The woman is out on her own

Walking the streets, sad and alone

Yes, she sells herself for nickels and dimes

These are hard times for a Harlem woman

Harlem woman

Yes, you work at night, I have held you tight

But you’re not aware of how much I care

No, you can’t see your baby’s been hungry and cold

So long nights through, go on and do what you must do I love you, I love you, Harlem woman

Harlem woman

Sometimes I cry, but I’ll get by till you’re mine alone

So carry on to other arms, tender but strong

Till you belong to me Harlem woman, hang on

I’ll take you away

Someday I’ll set you free to be with only me Till then I’ll know, Lord knows, I’ll know

They can buy the body

But not the soul of my Harlem woman

Harlem woman, Harlem woman

Hang on