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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a baby on the Trail
At six months old he'd done 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 to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his of tears the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep the West
Married a girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow he held
That beautiful to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned 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 think you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete a from his boot, threw it,
And Dan the heart
Dan 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 hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say frozen high upon icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's chaps 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 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 to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his of tears the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep the West
Married a girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow he held
That beautiful to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned 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 think you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete a from his boot, threw it,
And Dan the heart
Dan 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 hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say frozen high upon icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's chaps into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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