Vine Street Lyrics

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

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

Swingin' along

0n 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