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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 old he'd done three in jail
He robbed a bank in his and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an killer and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One night he woke from a of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep the West
Married a Navajo girl and down on the res
And as the fell 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 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 peacefully fishing by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you you've changed, but you not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan 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 an icy mountain top
He 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
Some say they frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six old he'd done three in jail
He robbed a bank in his and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an killer and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One night he woke from a of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep the West
Married a Navajo girl and down on the res
And as the fell 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 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 peacefully fishing by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you you've changed, but you not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan 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 an icy mountain top
He 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
Some say they frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
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