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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 Trail
At six months old he'd three months in jail
He 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
Jesus, I'm an outlaw and a thief
And I slow to sow my grief
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of 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 deep 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 me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the on an Irish came Bounty Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He 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 shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood 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 hear me?
For forty days and Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
At six months old he'd three months in jail
He 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
Jesus, I'm an outlaw and a thief
And I slow to sow my grief
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of 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 deep 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 me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the on an Irish came Bounty Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He 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 shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood 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 hear me?
For forty days and Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
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