Way down in Boogie Alley¹ ain't nothin' but scaws and bums
Way down in Boogie Alley ain't nothin' but scaws and bums
And when I get drunk who's goin' to take me home?
I'm goin' to stop my man from runnin' around
I'm goin' to stop my man from runnin' around
'Cause down in Boogie Alley is where he can be found
He goes down in Boogie Alley, house number three
He goes down in Boogie Alley, house number three
And when he gets down there the womens won't let him come to see me
I went down in Boogie Alley with my razor in my hand
I went down in Boogie Alley with my razor in my hand
And the blues struck me, I brought back my man
If you go in Boogie Alley you better take your .44²
If you go in Boogie Alley you better take your .44
The womens a get your man down there and they won't let him go