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

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