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Outlaw Pete 
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de Bruce Springsteen
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He was a little baby on the Trail
At six old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow down to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his and rode her deep into the West
Married a and settled on the res
And as the snow fell he held
beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the on an Irish stallion came Hunter 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 you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood 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 and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the 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 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 buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow down to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his and rode her deep into the West
Married a and settled on the res
And as the snow fell he held
beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the on an Irish stallion came Hunter 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 you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood 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 and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the 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 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 buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
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