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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 robbed a bank in his diapers and his bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a pony he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his trail of 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 the West
Married a Navajo girl and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful 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 Bounty Dan
His heart and burned by the need to get his man
He 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 from his boot, threw it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo we've done."
You're 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 top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
to the edge and dug his spurs into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
say frozen high upon icy ledge
The Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a of Pete's buckskin chaps 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 robbed a bank in his diapers and his bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a pony he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his trail of 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 the West
Married a Navajo girl and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful 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 Bounty Dan
His heart and burned by the need to get his man
He 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 from his boot, threw it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo we've done."
You're 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 top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
to the edge and dug his spurs into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
say frozen high upon icy ledge
The Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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