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Outlaw Pete 
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de Bruce Springsteen
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He was a baby on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd done months in jail
He a in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a pony he did steal
And they around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw 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 wept and men died
One night he from a vision of his own death
his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow he held
daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He 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, the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete drew a knife 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 these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done months in jail
He a in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a pony he did steal
And they around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw 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 wept and men died
One night he from a vision of his own death
his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow he held
daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He 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, the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete drew a knife 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 these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
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