Vine St.

My baby left this morning with everything I had

She didn't give me no warning and that's why I feel so bad

Oh, Anita, Anita, I need some sympathy

Anita, I love ya, come and sit by me.

That's a tape that we made but I'm sad to say it never made the grade

That was me, third guitar, I wonder where the others are.

Vine Street, we used to live there on Vine Street

She made perfume in the back of the room

While me and my group we'd sit out on the stoop

And we'd play for her the songs she liked best

To have us play on Vine Street.

Vine Street, the crack of the back beat on Vine Street

Swingin' along on the wings of a song

Lyin' secure, self-righteous and sure

Why we'd things to say if the people would pay

To have us play on Vine Street