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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was a on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a in his and his little 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 around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear 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 girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and by the to get his man
He Pete fishing by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan 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 me?
For forty days and nights Pete and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a of Pete's buckskin chaps 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 in his and his little 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 around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear 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 girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and by the to get his man
He Pete fishing by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan 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 me?
For forty days and nights Pete and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a of Pete's buckskin chaps her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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