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Outlaw Pete 
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de Bruce Springsteen
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He was a little on the Trail
At six months old he'd done three in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my is Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow down 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 and men died
One night he from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep the West
Married a Navajo and settled on the res
And as the snow fell he held
beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Out of the East 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
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"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo things we've done."
You're 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 upon an icy top
He watched the on a desert slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they 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 hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done three in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my is Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow down 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 and men died
One night he from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep the West
Married a Navajo and settled on the res
And as the snow fell he held
beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Out of the East 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
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"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo things we've done."
You're 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 upon an icy top
He watched the on a desert slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they 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 hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
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