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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 three in jail
He a bank in his and his bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
At twenty-five a 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 Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail 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 and settled 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 East on an Irish stallion Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete 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 "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 days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He the hawk on a updraft slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say they frozen upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd three in jail
He a bank in his and his bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
At twenty-five a 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 Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail 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 and settled 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 East on an Irish stallion Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete 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 "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 days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He the hawk on a updraft slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say they frozen upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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