Tin Pan Alley - Little Milton

They tell me Tin Pan Alley

The roughest place in town

They start 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

She can’t be found

She got up early in the mornin'

She was ten pound alley bound

Oh, tell me

What kind of place can the Alley be?

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?

Every woman I guess

Lord, the alley takes away from me

I’ll really miss my baby

Because I need my baby

I’ll really miss my baby

Because I need my baby