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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 months old he'd done three in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a 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 Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his trail of tears 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 her deep into the West
Married a and settled 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 me?
Can you me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Dan
His 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 pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo things we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
For forty days and rode and did not stop
he sat high upon 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 side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished the edge
say remain frozen that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you me?
...
At six months old he'd done three in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a 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 Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his trail of tears 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 her deep into the West
Married a and settled 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 me?
Can you me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Dan
His 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 pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo things we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
For forty days and rode and did not stop
he sat high upon 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 side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished the edge
say remain frozen that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you me?
...
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