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Outlaw Pete 
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de Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a little on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his and his little bare feet
All he was "Folks, my is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw 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 to sow my grief
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his of tears the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the 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 East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His 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 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, 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 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 on a desert and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say and his vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high 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
Pete!
Pete!
Can you 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 and his little bare feet
All he was "Folks, my is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw 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 to sow my grief
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his of tears the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the 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 East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His 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 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, 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 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 on a desert and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say and his vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high 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
Pete!
Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
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