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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a little on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd done three 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 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 and a thief
And I slow only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his 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 the West
a Navajo girl and settled on the res
And as the snow fell he held
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 on an Irish came Hunter 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 not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife 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 these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs into his pony side
Some say and his pony over the edge
Some say they remain high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done three 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 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 and a thief
And I slow only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his 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 the West
a Navajo girl and settled on the res
And as the snow fell he held
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 on an Irish came Hunter 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 not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife 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 these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs into his pony side
Some say and his pony over the edge
Some say they remain high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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