Tin Pan Alley

They tell me Tin Pan Alley
'S the roughest place 'n' town
It's got cuttin' and shootin'
As soon as the sun goes down

Oh... tell me.
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
Well she can't be found
Well she got up early in the morning
She was ten pound alley bound

Oh... tell me.
What kind of place can the alley be
Oh, every woman I guess
Lord, the alley takes away from me

I heard a pistol shoot
Somebody groan
Some woman shot my baby
Left on that jokers arms

Oh... tell me.
What kind of place can the alley be
Oh, every woman I guess
Lord, the alley takes away from me

Oh I'll really miss my baby
Because I really need my baby

Oh I'll really miss my baby 'cause I really need my baby