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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 three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang 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 down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled on the res
And as the snow he held
That beautiful 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 on an Irish stallion Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the to get his man
He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river
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 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 these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a updraft and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon icy ledge
The young girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps 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 months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang 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 down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled on the res
And as the snow he held
That beautiful 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 on an Irish stallion Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the to get his man
He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river
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 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 these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty days and Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a updraft and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon icy ledge
The young girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
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