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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 old he'd three months in jail
He robbed a in his diapers and his 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 they and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an killer and a thief
And I slow only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his trail of tears the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow 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 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 think 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 pierced 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 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 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
to the and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished the edge
Some say they remain high upon that icy ledge
The young girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece 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 old he'd three months in jail
He robbed a in his diapers and his 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 they and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an killer and a thief
And I slow only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his trail of tears the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow 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 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 think 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 pierced 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 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 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
to the and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished the edge
Some say they remain high upon that icy ledge
The young girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece 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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