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Outlaw Pete 
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de Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail
At six old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a 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 down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And he went, women and men died
One night he from a of his own death
Saddled his and rode her the West
Married a Navajo and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the to get his man
He found Pete fishing by the river
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not."
He his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And Dan the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that 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 done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a 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 down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And he went, women and men died
One night he from a of his own death
Saddled his and rode her the West
Married a Navajo and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the to get his man
He found Pete fishing by the river
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not."
He his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And Dan the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that 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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