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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 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 and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I down to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his of tears across 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 on the res
And as the fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and 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 his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
drew a knife from his boot, it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan as he in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We 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 nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony 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 a piece of Pete's chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd 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 and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I down to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his of tears across 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 on the res
And as the fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and 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 his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
drew a knife from his boot, it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan as he in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We 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 nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony 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 a piece of Pete's chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
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