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Outlaw Pete 
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de Bruce Springsteen
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He was a baby on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his and his little bare baby 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 pony he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father 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?
cut his trail of across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her into the West
Married a girl and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful 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 came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart and burned by the need to get his man
He found peacefully by the river
Pulled 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 knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan as he laid in his own 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
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 his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony 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 into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his and his little bare baby 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 pony he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father 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?
cut his trail of across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her into the West
Married a girl and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful 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 came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart and burned by the need to get his man
He found peacefully by the river
Pulled 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 knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan as he laid in his own 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
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 his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony 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 into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
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