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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 bank in his diapers and his little bare feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a he did steal
And rode 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 woke from a of his own death
his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That 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 stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found peacefully by the river
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 from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he in his own blood dying in the sun
And in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo these things we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs into his side
Some say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say remain frozen high that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
At six months old he'd done months in jail
He a bank in his diapers and his little bare feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a he did steal
And rode 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 woke from a of his own death
his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That 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 stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found peacefully by the river
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 from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he in his own blood dying in the sun
And in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo these things we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs into his side
Some say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say remain frozen high that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
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