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