Alley

(Dolly Parton)



Down in the alley, alley so low

Down where the red wine and the tears flow

Frail bodies shiver as the wind blows

Down in the alley where broken men go.



Some talk of children, a wife and a home

They tell their stories of how life went wrong

They turn to the bottle for comfort to find

Down in the alley they live for the wine.



Down in the alley, alley so low

Down where the red wine and the tears flow

Frail bodies shiver as the wind blows

Down in the alley where broken men go.



Some tell of success and how close they came

To opening the doors to riches and fame

How failure each doubt at the height of it all

Down in the alley where hopes and dream fall.



No matter how different the stories they tell

They all have in common a livin' hell

Their future holds more wine more sorrow and dread

Down in the alley of the livin' dead.



Down in the alley, alley so low

Down where the red wine and the tears flow

Frail bodies shiver as the wind blows

Down in the alley where broken men go...