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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 done three months in jail
He a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang he did steal
And rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw 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 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 her deep into the West
a Navajo 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 on an Irish came Bounty Hunter Dan
His quickened 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 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 Dan the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo 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 Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon 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 vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high that icy ledge
The young Navajo in the river, skin so fair
And braids a of Pete's into her hair
Outlaw 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 a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang he did steal
And rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw 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 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 her deep into the West
a Navajo 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 on an Irish came Bounty Hunter Dan
His quickened 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 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 Dan the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo 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 Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon 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 vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high that icy ledge
The young Navajo in the river, skin so fair
And braids a of Pete's into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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