Vine Street

Vine Street

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

0n 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

0n Vine Street

Swinging along

0n the wings of a song

Lying secure

Self righteous and sure

Why we'd things to say

If the people would pay

To have us play

On Vine Street