| been loving on the side
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| with someone else’s wife
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| now you didn’t see the lights
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| when the car pulled in the drive
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| someone opens the front door
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| there’s a big man looking sore
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| now you’re running for your life
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| so you jump the fence outside
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| now that’s the back alley blues
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| yeah, the back alley blues
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| now they came in from the back
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| and they came with great big sacks
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| yeah, they worked real fast
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| they were gone in no time flat
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| so when you came home late that night
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| and you turned on all the lights
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| everything was gone
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| they had jumped the fence backyard
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| now that’s the back alley blues
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| yeah, the back alley blues
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| the strangest kind of stories
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| always happen there
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| junkmen pass without a glory
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| late at night you best beware
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| dogs mark their territory
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| and the cats are running scared
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| it’s a sordid purgatory
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| it’s a no man’s land out there
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| that’s the back alley blues
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| yeah, the back alley blues
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| i said the back alley blues
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| yeah, the back alley blues. |