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Murdered By Sneaky Pete
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SNEAKY PETE ©Pat Flanakin
Words & Music by Pat Flanakin
Well, talk about your bad luck, listen to me
I was strollin' along down in New Orleans
Just a mindin' my own business
And lookin' for a shady place to rest my feet
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So I sat myself down out in Jackson Square
Watchin' all the people feed the pigeons there
When lo and behold a scraggly old soul
Sat down next to me
He said all God's children got a reason to bleed
And by the looks of you, it's so easy to see
No, you don't have to fear, I've got somethin' here
I think 'ya need
So he reached into his bag and pulled out some weed
He said by the way the name's Sneaky Pete
As he lit up with a match he told me it's the best batch
He's ever seen
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Well, talk about your bad luck now, listen to me
I was so messed up, I could barely see
He took me by the hand and let me to his van
Parked on Bourbon Street
And when we got inside he said you're what I need
He cut me with a knife and I started to bleed
Oh, I was so scared, I was caught up in the snare
Of Sneaky Pete
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Now talk about your bad luck, I'm gonna die
I saw my whole life flash right before my eyes
I could not even speak, he kissed me on the cheek
I began to cry
Well, he tied my hands and feet up tight with a rope
And then he held his knife right up to my throat
He said 'ya been so sweet, say goodbye to Sneaky Pete
Then he took my life
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Lyrics Credits: Pat Flanakin
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Music Credits: Pat Flanakin
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Producer Credits: Pat Flanakin
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Publisher Credits: Pat Flanakin/BMI
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Performance Credits: Pat Flanakin
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Short Song Description:
Story about how I was murdered by Sneaky Pete
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Long Song Description:
Ozone mastered
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Story Behind the Song:
A made up story!
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Song Length: 4:33
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Primary Genre: Unique-General
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Secondary Genre: -
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Tempo: Medium Fast (131 - 150)
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Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
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Subject Matter 1: Murder, Rape
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Mood 1: Horrible
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Language: English
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