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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a 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 Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear 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 killer and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his trail of across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and her deep into the West
a Navajo girl and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That 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 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 cocked his pistol, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo these we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete and did not stop
he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a updraft slip 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 remain that icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin into her hair
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 Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear 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 killer and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his trail of across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and her deep into the West
a Navajo girl and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That 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 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 cocked his pistol, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo these we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete and did not stop
he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a updraft slip 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 remain that icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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