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 listenin
 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.