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Outlaw Pete 
Medium
by Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a little on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd done months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
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 a of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a girl and down on the res
And as the fell he held
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 on an Irish stallion came Hunter Dan
His quickened and by the need to get his man
He found Pete 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"
a from his boot, threw it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And in Pete's ear,
"We cannot things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
he sat high 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 Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they high upon icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece 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 months old he'd done months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
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 a of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a girl and down on the res
And as the fell he held
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 on an Irish stallion came Hunter Dan
His quickened and by the need to get his man
He found Pete 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"
a from his boot, threw it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And in Pete's ear,
"We cannot things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
he sat high 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 Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they high upon icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece 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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