Alley Cat Man

Met a man who could drink you under the table Grew a beard at fifteen and we all knew he was able Knew the city like the back of his hand We knicknamed him the alley cat man He told me he loved me and I got attached Mama had nothing and daddy had less He wore other mans watchains on his chest Sunday came and sunday left me wondering Bout that man bout that man from new orleans Nice shoes and pressed pants but blood on his hands Thats why we named him the alley cat man He told me he loved me and I got attached Mama had nothing and daddy had less It aint hard to love that alley cat man Met a man who could drink you under the table Grew a beard at fifteen and we all knew he was able Knew the city like the back of his hand We knicknamed him the alley cat man