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.