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 the 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 her room

While me and my group

Would 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 backbeat

On Vine Street

Swingin' along

On the wings of a song

Lie in, secure

Self-righteous, and sure

Why, we've things to say

If the people would pay

To have us play

On Vine Street