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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