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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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By the fall of 1982, Marty Robbins had already spent more than a decade living on borrowed time, and almost nobody around him could convince him to behave like a man with a damaged heart. His first major heart attack came in August 1969, followed five months later by bypass surgery at a time when the procedure was still considered experimental. The operation worked well enough that Robbins returned not only to recording and the Grand Ole Opry, but to stock-car racing, where he continued driving at speeds that would have frightened men with perfectly healthy hearts. He was back in NASCAR competition by October 1970 and, after briefly stepping away following several wrecks, returned again in 1977. The contradiction became part of his life. Doctors had repaired blocked arteries, yet Robbins kept filling his calendar with concerts, recording sessions and race weekends, treating recovery less like a warning than permission to keep moving. One of his physicians later remembered that before agreeing to the first bypass operation, Marty wanted reassurance that he would still be allowed to race, and within weeks of leaving the hospital he was already back doing physical work around home. By 1982, the gamble seemed to be paying off in ways few aging country singers experienced. “Some Memories Just Won’t Die” became a Top Ten hit in May, Billboard honored him with its Artist Resurgence Award in October, and that same month Robbins was inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame. Nearly thirty years after his first national success, the man behind “El Paso” was not being treated as a relic; he was enjoying one of the strongest late-career stretches of his life. He was still racing as late as November. Then, on December 2, after performing in Cincinnati the previous night, Robbins woke at home with severe chest pain and walked into St. Thomas Hospital in Nashville. Tests showed that a massive heart attack had cut off blood flow to a major section of his heart, forcing surgeons into an emergency operation to repair earlier bypasses and add another. He survived the surgery, briefly smiled and squeezed a nurse’s hand, but the damage was too severe for his body to recover. For six days, his wife Marizona and their children remained at the hospital while doctors used a respirator, medications, dialysis and a balloon pump to keep his failing heart working. Robbins died on December 8, 1982, only eight weeks after entering the Country Music Hall of Fame and one month after his final NASCAR race. At his funeral in Nashville, roughly 1,500 people filled the chapel, adjoining rooms and hallways while Johnny Cash, June Carter Cash, Charley Pride, Porter Wagoner, Brenda Lee and other friends gathered with ordinary fans who had traveled through the night to be there. Marty Robbins had spent thirteen years after his first heart attack doing nearly everything doctors might have expected him to surrender. He kept singing, kept racing, returned to the charts, and lived long enough to watch country music place his name in its Hall of Fame before the heart he had repeatedly pushed back into service finally stopped.

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