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A gritty blues story carved in rain-soaked pavement and silence. Shadows in the Back Alley pulls you deep into the raw, unfiltered moments most folks turn away from.

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Description About the Song
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He didn’t walk into that alley the same way he walked out.
Shadows in the Back Alley is a blues confession carved into brick, blood, and broken glass — a haunting story of survival, regret, and truth that lives in the places most people avoid. Raw. Real. Unforgettable.

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🎵Lyrics 🎵
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Rain taps on metal trash can lids,
Somewhere a dog’s bark splits the dark.

Bent streetlamp hums above my head,
Rust on the walls, paint chipped and bled.
He’s slumped by the dumpster, blood on his shoe,
Eyes like mirrors, showin’ nothin’ but truth.

No sirens now, just silence tight,
This alley knows how to swallow the light.

Shadows in the back alley don’t lie,
They seen every scream, every goodbye.
Tales in cigarette burns and old beer foam,
This is where the broken come home.

She walks with a limp and a face gone stone,
Clutchin’ a purse like it’s flesh and bone.
Told me her name, but I forgot the sound,
Same as the dreams that never stuck around.

Clock don't tick down here, it stares,
Time just folds in on all your cares.

Shadows in the back alley don’t lie,
They seen every scream, every goodbye.
Tales in cigarette burns and old beer foam,
This is where the broken come home.

I found my brother sittin’ real still,
Bottle in hand, jaw set to kill.
Said “This place knows who you really are,”
Better than a priest or a drinkin’ bar.

One step from the light, ten from grace,
Hard truth lives in this godless place.
Ain’t no mask, no play, no plan,
Just the bare bones of a man.

Shadows in the back alley don’t lie,
They seen every scream, every goodbye.
Tales in cigarette burns and old beer foam,
This is where the broken come home.

Ash in the air, boots in the grime,
I leave my story one line at a time.

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