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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 in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
At twenty-five a mustang he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
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 tears across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her into the West
a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart and burned by the need to get his man
He found peacefully fishing by the river
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you you've changed, but you not."
He his pistol, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced 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 these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
For forty and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a 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 high upon that icy ledge
The girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin 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 three months in jail
He robbed a in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
At twenty-five a mustang he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
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 tears across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her into the West
a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart and burned by the need to get his man
He found peacefully fishing by the river
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you you've changed, but you not."
He his pistol, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced 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 these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
For forty and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a 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 high upon that icy ledge
The girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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