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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 Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a pony he did steal
And they around and 'round on heaven's wheel
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 tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One night he woke a of his own death
his pony and rode her into the West
a Navajo girl and down on the res
And as the snow he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish came Bounty Hunter Dan
His quickened and by the need to get his man
He found peacefully fishing by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you not."
He cocked his pistol, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights rode and did not stop
Till he sat high an icy top
He the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say and his pony over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you 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 pony he did steal
And they around and 'round on heaven's wheel
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 tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One night he woke a of his own death
his pony and rode her into the West
a Navajo girl and down on the res
And as the snow he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish came Bounty Hunter Dan
His quickened and by the need to get his man
He found peacefully fishing by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you not."
He cocked his pistol, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights rode and did not stop
Till he sat high an icy top
He the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say and his pony over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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