| Went down to Tin Pan Alley
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| See what was goin' on
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| Things was too hot down there
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| Couldn’t stay very long
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Alley’s the roughest place I’ve ever been
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| All the peoples down there
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| Lord, they are livin' for their whisky, wine and gin
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| She get up in the mornin'
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| Before the break a day
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| Before she can wash her face and hand
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| You know she really did go away
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| Hey, hey, hey, you tell
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| What kinda place can this here Alley be?
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| Well now, every women I get here
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| Every women I get to know
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| This Alley takes her away from me
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| I heard a pistol shoot
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| Yeah, and it was a .44
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| Somebody killed a crap shooter
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| 'Cause he didn’t shake, rattle and roll
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| What kinda place can a Alley be?
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| All those people down there
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| Lord, they are livin' for their whisky, wine and gin
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| I heard a woman scream
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| Yeah, and I peeked through the door
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| Some cat was workin' on Annie with a
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| Lord, Lord with a two by four
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Alley’s the roughest place, I’ve ever been
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| All the people down there
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| Lord, they are killin' for their whisky, wine and gin
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| I saw a cop standing there
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| With hand on his gun
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| Said this is a raid boy now
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| Run, run, nobody run
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Alley’s the roughest place, I’ve ever been
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| Yeah, they took me away from Alley
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| Lord, they took me right back to the pen |