Tin Pan Alley

They tell me Tin Pan Alley 'S the roughest place 'n' town It's got 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 Well she can't be found Well she got up early in the morning She was ten pound alley bound Oh... tell me. What kind of place can the alley be Oh, 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 Oh, every woman I guess Lord, the alley takes away from me Oh I'll really miss my baby Because I really need my baby Oh I'll really miss my baby 'cause I really need my baby