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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 diapers and his baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm 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
Father Jesus, I'm an killer and a thief
And I slow down to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his of tears across the countryside
And he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled on the res
And as the snow he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion Dan
His and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not."
He his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew 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 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 nights rode and did not stop
Till he sat 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
say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
say they frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young girl in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's chaps into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a in his diapers and his baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm 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
Father Jesus, I'm an killer and a thief
And I slow down to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his of tears across the countryside
And he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled on the res
And as the snow he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion Dan
His and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not."
He his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew 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 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 nights rode and did not stop
Till he sat 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
say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
say they frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young girl in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's chaps into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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