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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 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 rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his 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 deep the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled on the res
And as the snow fell he held
beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm 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 quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully 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"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
For forty days and nights rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his deep into his pony side
Some say and his pony vanished the edge
Some say they remain frozen upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear 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 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 rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his 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 deep the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled on the res
And as the snow fell he held
beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm 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 quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully 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"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
For forty days and nights rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his deep into his pony side
Some say and his pony vanished the edge
Some say they remain frozen upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
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