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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 months in jail
He a in his diapers and his bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my is Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they rode and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One night he woke 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 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 East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and 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 you've changed, but you have 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 laid in his own blood in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Outlaw 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 upon an icy mountain top
He the hawk on a updraft and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done months in jail
He a in his diapers and his bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my is Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they rode and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One night he woke 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 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 East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and 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 you've changed, but you have 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 laid in his own blood in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Outlaw 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 upon an icy mountain top
He the hawk on a updraft and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
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