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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 months old he'd done months in jail
He a bank in his diapers and his little bare feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you 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 outlaw and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of across the countryside
And he went, women and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his and rode her deep into the West
a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the fell he held
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 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 drew a knife 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 Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and Pete and did not stop
Till he sat high 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 side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain high that icy ledge
The young girl in the river, so fair
And a of Pete's buckskin chaps her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done months in jail
He a bank in his diapers and his little bare feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you 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 outlaw and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of across the countryside
And he went, women and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his and rode her deep into the West
a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the fell he held
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 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 drew a knife 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 Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and Pete and did not stop
Till he sat high 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 side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain high that icy ledge
The young girl in the river, so fair
And a of Pete's buckskin chaps her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
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