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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 old he'd done three in jail
He robbed a 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 they rode and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an 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 the countryside
And where he went, wept and men died
One he from a vision of his own death
Saddled his 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 beautiful 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 quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete 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 from his boot, threw it,
And Dan the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We 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
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft and slide
to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his side
say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
At six old he'd done three in jail
He robbed a 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 they rode and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an 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 the countryside
And where he went, wept and men died
One he from a vision of his own death
Saddled his 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 beautiful 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 quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete 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 from his boot, threw it,
And Dan the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We 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
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft and slide
to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his side
say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
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