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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 baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm 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 only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And he went, women and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep the West
Married a Navajo and settled 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 me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need 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 shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood 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 days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
he sat upon an icy mountain top
He the on a updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his over the edge
Some say remain high that icy ledge
The Navajo girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
At six months 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 Outlaw Pete!
I'm 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 only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And he went, women and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep the West
Married a Navajo and settled 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 me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need 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 shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood 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 days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
he sat upon an icy mountain top
He the on a updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his over the edge
Some say remain high that icy ledge
The Navajo girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
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