Tin Pan Alley

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 --- Tin Pan Alley - Colin James