(Track #13 from The Road Less Traveled)

At Wally’s on Blood Alley

By Frank Meyer

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Verse 1
Here I am, it’s 2 AM, and I’m packing up again

Another night of playin’ tunes for my local friends

The jukebox it’s still blaring a rockin’ country song

At Wally’s on Blood Alley well that’s where I belong

Chorus
‘Cause all the folks I meet down there

Say just what they feel

Though it isn’t always right

At least it’s always real

Verse 2
I hear they’re all sinners on the road to hell

All they ever do down there is drink and smoke and yell

Guess if that is really true, hell is where I’ll be

At Wally’s on Blood Alley, well, that’s the place for me

Chorus

Verse 3
I listen to the hustlers exaggerate their scores

Listen to the veterans compare stories of their wars

I hear all the dreams and schemes and the tragedies

At Wally’s on Blood Alley, well, it’s reality

Chorus

Verse 4
I listen to the criminals complain about the cops

Listen to the gamblers tell me why they cannot stop

I hear all the stories, all the highs and lows

At Wally’s on Blood Alley

I hear more than I need to know

Chorus
Instrumental
Repeat Verse 1
Chorus
Chorus

©2007 Frank Meyer