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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 three in jail
He robbed 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 Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they rode 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 Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke a vision of his own death
his pony and rode her deep the West
a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found 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 from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan as he laid in his own in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot these we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
For days and nights Pete and did not stop
Till he sat high 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 pony side
Some say Pete and his over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
At six months old he'd three in jail
He robbed 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 Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they rode 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 Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke a vision of his own death
his pony and rode her deep the West
a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found 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 from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan as he laid in his own in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot these we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
For days and nights Pete and did not stop
Till he sat high 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 pony side
Some say Pete and his over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
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