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Outlaw Pete 
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de Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare feet
All he was "Folks, my is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a 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 only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his trail of tears the countryside
And he went, wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell 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 stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete fishing 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"
drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood 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 rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk 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
say remain upon that icy ledge
The Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare feet
All he was "Folks, my is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a 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 only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his trail of tears the countryside
And he went, wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell 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 stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete fishing 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"
drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood 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 rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk 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
say remain upon that icy ledge
The Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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