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