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Charley Pride – The Snakes Crawl at Night

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Introduction

Some songs sneak up on you with a story so vivid it feels like you’re watching a movie unfold. The Snakes Crawl at Night is one of those gems—a tale of betrayal, heartbreak, and revenge wrapped in a classic country melody. It’s a haunting reminder that secrets, no matter how well hidden, always seem to slither out when you least expect them.

Recorded by Charley Pride, this song marked one of his earliest ventures into country music. At its core, it’s a murder ballad cloaked in metaphor, with “snakes” symbolizing deceit and danger. From the very first line, it pulls you into a dark narrative, weaving the suspense of a lover’s betrayal with the simmering fury of a scorned heart. The simplicity of the lyrics makes the message all the more chilling—there’s no escaping the consequences when trust is broken.

What makes The Snakes Crawl at Night so memorable isn’t just its story but also Pride’s deep, velvety voice. He delivers each word with a restrained intensity, letting the lyrics tell the story without overdramatizing. It’s a masterclass in understated storytelling, the kind that lingers long after the final note fades.

Listening to this track, you can almost feel the tension rising, like watching a thunderstorm approach. It’s a testament to country music’s ability to turn life’s darker moments into art, offering a cathartic outlet for emotions we might not want to admit we’ve felt

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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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