Vine Street

Ooh, sing so gay and loudly

Sing on down the hills that ring

Charmed a fair young lady

Charmed a fair young lady

Would you forsake your horse runnin' 'round?

Would you forsake your baby?

Would you forsake your home, so dear

And go home with Black Jack Davey?

Go home with Black Jack Davey?

Last night, she slept on a warm feathered bed

Beside her husband and baby

Tonight she'll sleep and lay in the mud

Beside ol' Black Jack Davey...

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?

I sold the guitar today

I never did play much, anyway

Vine Street

We used to live there

On Vine Street

She made perfume

In the back of her room

And 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 backbeat

On Vine Street

Swingin' along

On the wings of a song

And I'll lie in, secure

Self-righteous and sure

Why, we've things to say

That the people would pay

To hear us play

On Vine Street