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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a little on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd three months in jail
He a bank in his and his little bare feet
All he said was "Folks, my is Pete."
I'm 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 down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That 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 heart 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 "let it start"
Pete 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 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 and nights Pete 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 side
Some say Pete and his pony the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's chaps her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
At six months old he'd three months in jail
He a bank in his and his little bare feet
All he said was "Folks, my is Pete."
I'm 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 down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That 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 heart 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 "let it start"
Pete 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 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 and nights Pete 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 side
Some say Pete and his pony the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's chaps her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
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