Vine Street

My baby left this morning' With everything I had She didn't give me no warnin' 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 While we'd things to say If the people would pay To have us play On Vine Street