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Outlaw Pete 
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de Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a baby on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear 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 rode her into the West
Married a girl and down on the res
And as the snow he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He 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 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 these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights and did not stop
Till 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 into his side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished the edge
Some say frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl in the river, skin so fair
And a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear 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 rode her into the West
Married a girl and down on the res
And as the snow he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He 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 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 these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights and did not stop
Till 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 into his side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished the edge
Some say frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl in the river, skin so fair
And a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
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