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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 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 Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw 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 killer and a thief
And I slow down to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow he held
beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you not."
He his pistol, 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 in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo these things we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you 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
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep his pony side
Some say Pete and his vanished over the edge
say they remain high that icy ledge
The young girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And a piece of Pete's chaps 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 diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw 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 killer and a thief
And I slow down to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow he held
beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you not."
He his pistol, 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 in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo these things we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you 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
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep his pony side
Some say Pete and his vanished over the edge
say they remain high that icy ledge
The young girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And a piece of Pete's chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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