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A song I wrote a few years ago in just acapella now with musical accompaniment. It was composed for Big Manchester Pete, the hardest-looking man you'd ever meet, though his face may seem like it was made for a trick or treat, inside he had a big old heart that was as soft as a boiled sugar beet.
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It's done in the sixties country, folk rock style to suit when he was born.