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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a little baby on the Trail
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He a 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 Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they 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 trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and her into the West
Married a Navajo and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That daughter to his chest
I'm 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 shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot 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 nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished the edge
say they remain frozen high that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He a 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 Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they 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 trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and her into the West
Married a Navajo and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That daughter to his chest
I'm 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 shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot 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 nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished the edge
say they remain frozen high that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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