Vine Street

Singing so loud and gaily Made the hills around him ring Charmed a fair young lady Charmed a fair young lady And you go singin', your horse a-runnin' down Would you forsake your baby? Would you forsake your home, now hear To go with Black Jack Davey? Ride off with Black Jack Davey Last night she slept on a warm feathered bed Beside her husband and baby Tonight she'll sleep and lay right beside Ol' Black Jack Davey 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 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 the room And 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 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