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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a little on the Appalachian Trail
At six old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a in his 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 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 he went, women wept and men died
One night he from a of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the on an Irish stallion came Bounty Dan
His heart quickened and burned 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 have not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete drew a knife 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 hear me?
Can you me?
Can you me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the on a updraft slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say remain frozen that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a in his 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 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 he went, women wept and men died
One night he from a of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the on an Irish stallion came Bounty Dan
His heart quickened and burned 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 have not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete drew a knife 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 hear me?
Can you me?
Can you me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the on a updraft slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say remain frozen that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
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