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Outlaw Pete 
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de Bruce Springsteen
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He was 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 little baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you me?
At twenty-five a pony he did steal
And they and 'round on heaven's wheel
Jesus, I'm an killer and a thief
And I slow down to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw 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 from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear 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 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 laid in his own blood 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 hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his 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, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you 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 baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you me?
At twenty-five a pony he did steal
And they and 'round on heaven's wheel
Jesus, I'm an killer and a thief
And I slow down to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw 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 from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear 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 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 laid in his own blood 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 hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his 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, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
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