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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 and his 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
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 trail 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 deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw 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 Pete peacefully fishing by the river
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 shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo these we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
For days and and did not stop
Till he sat high an icy mountain 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 the edge
Some say they remain frozen upon that icy ledge
The young girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a in his and his 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
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 trail 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 deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw 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 Pete peacefully fishing by the river
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 shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo these we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
For days and and did not stop
Till he sat high an icy mountain 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 the edge
Some say they remain frozen upon that icy ledge
The young girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
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