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Outlaw Pete 
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de Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a little on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they rode 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 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 from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a and settled on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter 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 Dan
His heart 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 a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We 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 and nights Pete rode and did not stop
he sat high upon an icy top
He watched the on a desert updraft and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say and his over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin 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 months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they rode 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 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 from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a and settled on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter 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 Dan
His heart 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 a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We 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 and nights Pete rode and did not stop
he sat high upon an icy top
He watched the on a desert updraft and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say and his over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin 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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