Tin Pan Alley (AKA Roughest Place in Town)
Tin Pan Alley (AKA Roughest Place in Town)

Stevie Ray Vaughan - Tin Pan Alley (AKA Roughest Place in Town) Lyrics

Stevie Ray Vaughan takes us on a bluesy expedition to a world where the streets have no straight edges and the nights are as rough as 60-grit sandpaper. Our journey kicks off in a melting pot of mayhem where even the walls need a double shot of courage. The… Read more

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Tin Pan Alley (AKA Roughest Place in Town) Lyrics

Went down to Tin Pan Alley
See what was goin' on
Things was too hot down there
Couldn't stay very long
Hey hey hey hey
Alley's the roughest place I've ever been
All the people down there
Livin' for their whisky, wine, and gin

I heard a woman scream
Yeah and I peeped through the door
Some cat was workin' on Annie with a
Lord with a two-by-four
Hey hey hey hey
Alley's the roughest place I've ever been
All the people down there
Livin' for their whisky, wine, and gin

I saw a cop standing
With his hand on his gun
Said, "this is a raid boys now
Lord, nobody run"
Hey hey hey hey

Writer(s): Robert Geddins
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Word Collections Publishing
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What is the Meaning of Tin Pan Alley (AKA Roughest Place in Town)?

Stevie Ray Vaughan takes us on a bluesy expedition to a world where the streets have no straight edges and the nights are as rough as 60-grit sandpaper. Our journey kicks off in a melting pot of mayhem where even the walls need a double shot of courage. The alleyway is a gritty haven, teeming with folks who swap daylight for moonshine and higher states of 'holy spirits.' Stevie's sharp-eyed storytelling paints a chaotic mural: a two-by-four wielding commotion, a cop planning an impromptu arrest party, and a general air of lawless revelry. It's a vivid, rough-and-tumble adventure through an urban jungle where the survival kit consists solely of whisky, wine, and gin—like an alcoholic's version of a Swiss Army knife. So, buckle up and pour yourself a drink; it's gonna be a bumpy ride through the roughest patch in town!

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