Tin Pan Alley - Paul Butterfield

They tell me tin pan alley

The roughest place in town

They start cuttin' and shootin

As soon as the sun goes down

Yeah

What kind of place can the alley be

Oh every woman i guess

Lord the alley takes away from me

When i need my baby

She can't be found

I got up early in the mornin

She was ten pound alley bound

Yeah

What kind of place can the alley be

Every woman i guess

Lord the alley takes away from me

Somebody groan

My baby

Left on that jokers' arms

Yeah

What kind of place can the alley be

Every woman i guess

Lord the alley takes away from me