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Outlaw Pete 
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de Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd done months in jail
He robbed a bank in his and his bare feet
All he said was "Folks, my 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 around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And he went, wept and men died
One night he from a vision of his own death
his and her deep into the West
Married a Navajo and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Hunter Dan
His heart quickened 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 you've changed, but you not."
He cocked his pistol, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot 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 days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy top
He watched the hawk on a updraft and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep his pony side
say Pete and his pony vanished the edge
say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done months in jail
He robbed a bank in his and his bare feet
All he said was "Folks, my 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 around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And he went, wept and men died
One night he from a vision of his own death
his and her deep into the West
Married a Navajo and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Hunter Dan
His heart quickened 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 you've changed, but you not."
He cocked his pistol, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot 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 days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy top
He watched the hawk on a updraft and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep his pony side
say Pete and his pony vanished the edge
say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
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