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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 Appalachian Trail
At six old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a in his diapers and his little bare feet
All he 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 rode and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
his and rode her deep into the West
a Navajo and settled on the res
And as the snow fell he held
daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the 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
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not."
He his pistol, 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 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 upon an icy mountain top
He watched the on a updraft and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say remain frozen upon 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 hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a in his diapers and his little bare feet
All he 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 rode and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
his and rode her deep into the West
a Navajo and settled on the res
And as the snow fell he held
daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the 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
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not."
He his pistol, 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 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 upon an icy mountain top
He watched the on a updraft and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say remain frozen upon 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 hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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