When the shades ley are drawn

and the light of the moon is ban ned

and the stars (A)up a bove O tis walk the heav (G)ens hand Mar in hand,

there’s a shad y y place

at the end of the work ing day

where we young (D)dance lov ers go and this hot (A)pulse lit (G)tle tri o (D)plays.

That’s where we meet.

That’s where we meet.

Me and you (Bm)ren (D)dez (G)vous in the (Em7)club at the (G)end of the (D)street.

Ooh, where we meet.

Ooh, where we meet.

Me and you (Bm)ren (D)dez (G)vous in the (E7)club at the (G)end of the (D)street.

From the al ley ways drawn

where the cat walks the gen tly ban sway,

you hear the (A)sound a of O tis walk and the (G)voice of Mar vin Gaye.

In this smok y room, place

there’s a juke box the plays all night,

and we can (D)dance lov real close be neath the (A)pulse of (G)a ne on (D)light.

That’s where we meet.

That’s where we meet.

Me and you (Bm)ren (D)dez (G)vous in the (Em7)club at the (G)end of the (D)street.

Ooh, where we meet.

Ooh, where we meet.

Me and you (Bm)ren (D)dez (G)vous in the (E7)club at the (G)end of the (D)street.

There’s a down town smell of cook ing from the (D)flame on an o pen grill.

There’s a sax and a big bass pump in’, Lord have (F)mer cy.

Ooh, you can’t sit (D)still.

You can’t (G)sit (D)still.

(E7)club at the (G)end of the (D)street.

Oh, oh, (D)yeah!

You can’t (G)sit (D)still.

(D)yeah!

You can’t (G)sit (D)still.