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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 done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Outlaw 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 outlaw 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 the countryside
And where he went, and men died
One night he woke 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
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 stallion Bounty Hunter Dan
His quickened and burned by the 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 have not."
He his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan as he laid in his own blood in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo these things we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Outlaw 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 upon an icy mountain top
He the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen 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
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 robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Outlaw 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 outlaw 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 the countryside
And where he went, and men died
One night he woke 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
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 stallion Bounty Hunter Dan
His quickened and burned by the 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 have not."
He his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan as he laid in his own blood in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo these things we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Outlaw 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 upon an icy mountain top
He the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen 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
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
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