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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 Trail
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He a in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you 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 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 and her deep into the West
Married a Navajo and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful 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 East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete 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, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
a knife from his boot, it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he in his own blood dying in the sun
And in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen 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 hear me?
Can you me?
...
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He a in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you 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 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 and her deep into the West
Married a Navajo and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful 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 East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete 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, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
a knife from his boot, it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he in his own blood dying in the sun
And in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen 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 hear me?
Can you me?
...
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