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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a baby on the Appalachian Trail
At six old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang he did steal
And they rode around 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 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 deep the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the fell 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 me?
Out of the on an Irish stallion Bounty Hunter Dan
His quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found peacefully fishing by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete drew a his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying 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 me?
For forty days and nights and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say and his vanished the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a 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 old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang he did steal
And they rode around 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 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 deep the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the fell 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 me?
Out of the on an Irish stallion Bounty Hunter Dan
His quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found peacefully fishing by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete drew a his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying 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 me?
For forty days and nights and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say and his vanished the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a 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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