Vine Street Boogie - Jay McShann and His Orchestra

Oh Crown of Light, Oh Darkened One I never thought we'd meet You kiss my lips, and then you're go And I'm back on Boogie Street A sip of wine, a cigarette and then it's time to go I tidied up the kitchenette, I tuned the old banjo I'm wanted at the traffic-jam, they're saving me a seat I'm what I am, and what I am is back on Boogie Street And o' my love, I still recall the pleasures that we knew The rivers and the waterfall, where in I bathed with you Bewildered by your beauty there, I'd kneel to dry your feet By such instructions you prepare a man for Boogie Street Oh Crown of Light, Oh Darkened One I never thought we'd meet You kiss my lips, and then it's done And I'm back, back on Boogie Street So come my friends, be not afraid, we are so lightly here It is in love that we are made, in love we disappear Though all the maps of blood and flesh are posted on the door There's no one who has told us yet what, Boogie Street is for Oh Crown of Light, Oh Darkened One I never thought we'd meet You kiss my lips, and then it's done And I'm back, back on Boogie Street A sip of wine, a cigarette and then it's time to go I tidied up the kitchenette, I tuned the old banjo I'm wanted at the traffic-jam, they're saving me a seat I'm what I am...

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 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 Vinestreet. 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.

Sweet Indian maiden, since first I met you, I can't forget you, Cherokee sweetheart. Child of the prairie, your love keeps calling, My heart enthralling, Cherokee. Dreams of summertime, of lover time gone by, Throng my memory so tenderly, and sigh. My Sweet Indian maiden, one day I'll hold you, In my arms fold you, Cherokee.

Marie, the dawn is breaking Marie, you'll soon be waking To find you heart is aching A tears, will fall, as you recall The moon in all it's splendor A kiss so very tender The words "Will you surrender To me, Marie?"