Hot Tamale Alley - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
HOT TAMALE ALLEY. Copyright, 1896, by Spaulding & Gray. Words by Hay Irwin. Music by Geo. M. Cohan. 
Down in Hot Tamale Alley lives a yaller gal named Sully, She's the warmest member in the colored neighborhood; Sally is the pink of neatness, she's a little lump of sweetness, I'm her man, the whole coon clan would carve me if they could: Talk about your jealous niggers, how they'd like to pull the triggers Of the guns they carry, and a larget make of me, Just because I've won this baby, and someday I'll wed her, maybe; When we go out for a stroll, we are a sight to see. 
Chorus. There's no nigger cutting any figure When I go out for a promenade with Sally! There's a lot of wenches darker, but-you bet there's not a marker To my baby down in Hot Tamale Alley. 
Every cake walk, why we win it, no one's in it, for a minute. When I link her arm and walk with Hot Tainale Sal, To dis coon she is a blessing, And she doesn't keep me guessing; For I know that I'm her beau, and she's my only gal; She's the prize, and I have won it, ev'ry nigger tips his bonnet When we pass, or else I flourish up my razor blade; Now by dark-town we're respected, swellest couple we're elected; Babies mighty hot 'twould take to put us in the shade.- Chorus.