Big Walter Horton
tin pan alley
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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, woah
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
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