Don't place your trust in me
Don't act too foolishly
Before long
I'll be gone
You'll understand

No matter what you do
Don't fall because I'm new
There's no doubt
You'll find out
Just how I am

Bye, bye, bye, yeah
Bye, bye, bye

Before long
I'll be gone
And then you'll know

Try not to feel so bad
I know I made you sad
So don't cry
You'll see why
I had to say

Bye, bye, bye, yeah
Bye, bye, bye, yeah
Bye, bye, bye, yeah
Bye, bye, bye, yeah
Bye, bye, bye, yeah
Bye, bye, bye
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

Sold the guitar today
Never could play much anyway

Vine Street
We used to live there on Vine Street
She made perfume
Back of the 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'd lie in, secure
Self-righteous and sure
Why, we've things to say
But the people would pay
To hear us play
On Vine Street
On Vine Street
On Vine Street
On Vine Street