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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a little baby on the Trail
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his and his little 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 he did steal
And they 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 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 into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully 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 knife from 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 these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights rode and did not stop
he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the on a desert updraft slip and slide
to the edge and dug his spurs into his pony side
say Pete and his vanished over the edge
Some say they frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw 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 and his little 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 he did steal
And they 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 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 into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully 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 knife from 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 these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights rode and did not stop
he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the on a desert updraft slip and slide
to the edge and dug his spurs into his pony side
say Pete and his vanished over the edge
Some say they frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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