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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 three in jail
He a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he was "Folks, my 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 they and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow 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 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
a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful to his chest
I'm 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 heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river
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 from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot 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 Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He the hawk on a updraft and slide
Moved to the edge 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, so fair
And braids a of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
At six months old he'd three in jail
He a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he was "Folks, my 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 they and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow 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 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
a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful to his chest
I'm 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 heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river
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 from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot 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 Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He the hawk on a updraft and slide
Moved to the edge 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, so fair
And braids a of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
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