Bill Withers - Lonely town lonely street

^Bm7You can live your life in a crowded city, ^Bm7You can walk along a crowded street. ^F#7But the city really ain't no bigger than the friendly ^F#7People, friendly people that you ^Bm7meet.

^Bm7You might be a sweet young, sweet young pretty, pretty, ^Bm7And at the dances you can't keep your seat. ^F#7But, if dances don't lead to romances, ^F#7You might as well be born, be born with two left ^Bm7feet.

^Bm7You might be a sweet-toned sure ‘nuff high-class talker, ^Bm7You might be a stone, stone expert at kissing. ^F#7But it don't do too much good to be talkin', ^F#7Brother, when there ain't no, ain't nobody ^Bm7lis'nin'.

^Bm7And if you are shy, just not much of a talker, ^Bm7Don't impress the people that you meet. ^F#7You might as well be a lonely walker in a lonely town, on a lonely ^Bm7street.