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Introduction

Some songs tell a love story, some tell a tale of heartbreak—but “The Snakes Crawl at Night” is something else entirely. It’s a haunting, suspenseful ballad that paints a chilling picture of jealousy, betrayal, and murder. The song is like an old noir film set to music, unraveling a dark, tragic story where justice is taken into the hands of a scorned lover.

Right from the first few lines, you know you’re stepping into a world where danger lurks in the shadows. The lyrics don’t just describe a crime—they pull you into the mind of the narrator, a man who’s been wronged in the worst possible way. When he sings about how “the snakes crawl at night,” it’s not just about the slithering creatures of the wild—it’s about deception, about people who hide their true selves until the cover of darkness allows them to act on their worst impulses.

There’s a slow, creeping intensity to the melody, a deliberate pacing that makes you feel like you’re walking down a deserted road, hearing every twig snap underfoot. The instrumentation—often simple but powerful—adds to the eerie, foreboding atmosphere. You don’t just hear the song; you feel the weight of the story it tells.

“The Snakes Crawl at Night” is the kind of song that lingers long after it ends. It’s unsettling, yet captivating. It reminds us that not all stories have happy endings, and sometimes, when the night falls, the truth comes slithering out

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Lyrics

All te snakes crawl at night that’s what they say
When the sun goes down then the sneaks will play
I watched that car pull right up into my driveway
Saw a shadow slip away from my house
So I hurried straight and looked in her room
And I found out that it was my loving spouse
All te snakes crawl at night…
So I waited in the shadows until morning and the gun I held was trembling in my hand
No I did not plan to give them any warning
Cause the devil on my shoulder had command
All te snakes crawl at night…
Oh the trial in a little while was over and they sentenced me to die right away
But before I leave this courtroom please Your Honor
There’s something more that I would like to say
All te snakes crawl at night…
All te snakes crawl at night…

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