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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was a little baby on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd months in jail
He robbed a bank in his and his little bare feet
All he 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 and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father 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 hear 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 of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep the West
Married a Navajo girl and 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 stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His and burned by the need to get his man
He found 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, threw it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he in his own dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo 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 nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say they frozen high 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
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd months in jail
He robbed a bank in his and his little bare feet
All he 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 and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father 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 hear 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 of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep the West
Married a Navajo girl and 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 stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His and burned by the need to get his man
He found 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, threw it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he in his own dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo 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 nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say they frozen high 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
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
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