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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 old he'd three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of tears the countryside
And he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
a Navajo girl and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Out of the on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the to get his man
He Pete peacefully fishing by the river
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a from his boot, it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood in the sun
And in Pete's ear,
"We cannot these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty and nights rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He the hawk on a updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon icy ledge
The young Navajo 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 me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six old he'd three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of tears the countryside
And he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
a Navajo girl and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Out of the on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the to get his man
He Pete peacefully fishing by the river
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a from his boot, it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood in the sun
And in Pete's ear,
"We cannot these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty and nights rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He the hawk on a updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon icy ledge
The young Navajo 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 me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
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