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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was a on the Trail
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a 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 hear 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 down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his of tears the countryside
And where he went, wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He Pete peacefully fishing by the river
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 Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own 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 and Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk 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 pony vanished the edge
Some say they remain frozen that icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a 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 hear 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 down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his of tears the countryside
And where he went, wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He Pete peacefully fishing by the river
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 Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own 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 and Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk 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 pony vanished the edge
Some say they remain frozen that icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
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