Vine Street

My baby left this morning With everything I had She didn't give me no warning That's why I feel so bad Oh, I need her! I need her! I need some sympathy I need her! 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 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 Swing along on the wings of a song Lyin' secure, self-righteous and sure While we've things to say And the people would pay to have us play On Vine Street