Box 16, Folder 7, Document 35

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THE MAYOR
"Back In hty Cradie Days”

A Little Boy went to the

Mayors office barefooted and blue
He said with tears Mayor,

We are hungry, God sent me to you.

Chorus
We don’t have any money,
To buy us any bread.
All I have to sell you
Is my little cradle bed.

Mother just had enough to
Buy her a pair of shorts today.

IT wish she would wear a
dress like she used to when she did
pray.

Yes, she used to shout and
Go to church with us too.
Now she goes to Dances
Daddy is so lonely and blue,

He made my little cradle bed
My initials he carved on there
She used to rock me to
Sleep and sing to me Sweet Hour of

Prayer
Tex “Mayor”
Does vour daddy work Sundays
He does but its four of us to eat.
Yes son here is some money
Buy shoes for on your feet.

Keep your little cradle bed
I wont take it from you.

Thank you kindly Mayor
May God Bless you.

He calls the Mayor the next day
Mother is shouting like she used to
She played over the organ
Softly God will take care of you.

By Evangelist
Chloe B. Mullenax
668 Allyn St.

JE 5-8851

Akron, Ohio

Blessed Is The Woman Whose Exam-
ple Is Virtuous Both In Side And Out



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