Tin Pan Alley Songtext

von Big Walter Horton

Take me to Tin Pan Alley, roughest place in town
Start drinkin', shootin', as the sun goes down
But a hey yeah, yeah, yeah, what kind a place can this alley be
Lord every woman I get, oah this alley take away from me

When I need my baby and, she can't be found
I get up early in the mornin', she Tin Pan Alley bound
Whoah yeah, yeah, yeah, what kind a place can this alley be
Every woman I gets boy, whoah that alley take away from me.

Heard a pistol poppin', and somebody groan
Who shot my baby, I'll burn that joker's home
Hey yeah, yeah, yeah, what kind a place can this alley be
Lord every woman I get, whoah this alley take away from me