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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a little on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a in his diapers and his little baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang he did steal
And rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw and a thief
And I down to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his trail of tears the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One he woke a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He Pete peacefully fishing by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a in his diapers and his little baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang he did steal
And rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw and a thief
And I down to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his trail of tears the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One he woke a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He Pete peacefully fishing by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
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