Tin Pan Alley

Yeah
They take me to Tin Pan Alley
Roughest place in town
Start drinkin', shootin'
As the sun goes down

But hey, hey, hey, yeah-yeah
What kind a place can this alley be
Lord, every woman I get
Thou, the alley, take away from me

When I need my baby
And she can't be found
Get up early in the mornin'
She Tin Pan Alley bound

But hey, hey, hey, yeah-yeah
What kind a place can this alley be
Lord, every woman I get
Yeah, the alley take away from me

Heard a pistol poppin'
And somebody groan
Take a shot, my baby
I'll burn that joker's home

But hey, hey, hey, yeah-yeah
What kind a place can this alley be
Lord, every woman I get
Lord, the alley take away from me



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Writer(s): William York, Robert L. Geddins
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