Story Behind The Song

A made up story!

Song Description

Story about how I was murdered by Sneaky Pete

Lyrics

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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