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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was 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 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 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 he went, wept and men died
One he woke a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep the West
Married a Navajo and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you me?
Can you me?
Can you me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the to get his man
He Pete peacefully fishing by the river
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he in his own dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and Pete and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished 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 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 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 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 he went, wept and men died
One he woke a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep the West
Married a Navajo and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you me?
Can you me?
Can you me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the to get his man
He Pete peacefully fishing by the river
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he in his own dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and Pete and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished 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 her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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