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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a baby on the Appalachian Trail
At six old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my 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 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?
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 deep into the West
Married a and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
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 East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Dan
His heart 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, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete 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 undo these things we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy top
He watched the hawk on a slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs into his side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished the edge
Some say they upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a of Pete's buckskin her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
At six old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my 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 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?
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 deep into the West
Married a and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
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 East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Dan
His heart 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, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete 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 undo these things we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy top
He watched the hawk on a slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs into his side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished the edge
Some say they upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a of Pete's buckskin her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
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