Pat Flanakin
Murdered By Sneaky Pete
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Lyrics
SNEAKY PETE ┬ęPat 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
Credits
Lyrics Credits: Pat Flanakin
Music Credits: Pat Flanakin
Producer Credits: Pat Flanakin
Publisher Credits: Pat Flanakin/BMI
Performance Credits: Pat Flanakin
Description
Short Song Description:
Story about how I was murdered by Sneaky Pete
Long Song Description:
Ozone mastered
Story Behind the Song:
A made up story!
Metadata
Song Length: 4:33
Primary Genre: Unique-General
Secondary Genre: -
Tempo: Medium Fast (131 - 150)
Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1: Murder, Rape
Mood 1: Horrible
Language: English