Lonely Town Lonely Street

You can live your life in a crowded city

You can walk along a crowded street

But the city really ain't no bigger than the friendly people

Friendly people that you meet

You might be a sweet young, sweet young pretty, pretty

And the dances you can't keep your seat

But, if dances don't lead to romances

You might as well be born, born with two left feet

You might be a sweet-toned sure enough high-class talker

You might be a stone, stone expert at kissing

But it don't do much good to be talking

Brother, when there ain't no, ain't nobody listening

And if you are shy, just not much of a talker

Don't impress the people that you meet

You might as well be a lonely walker in a lonely town, on a lonely street.