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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was a little on the Trail
At six 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 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 killer 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 tears across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married 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 Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the on an Irish Bounty Dan
His quickened and by the need to get his man
He 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"
drew a knife 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 we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's chaps her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six 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 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 killer 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 tears across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married 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 Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the on an Irish Bounty Dan
His quickened and by the need to get his man
He 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"
drew a knife 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 we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's chaps her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
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