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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was 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 baby feet
All he was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang 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 down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke a vision of his own death
Saddled his and rode her deep into the West
Married a girl and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an stallion came Bounty Dan
His heart 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 cocked his pistol, the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo these things we've done."
You're 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 upon an icy mountain top
He the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say remain high upon that icy ledge
The Navajo girl washes in the river, 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 old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang 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 down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke a vision of his own death
Saddled his and rode her deep into the West
Married a girl and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an stallion came Bounty Dan
His heart 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 cocked his pistol, the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo these things we've done."
You're 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 upon an icy mountain top
He the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say remain high upon that icy ledge
The Navajo girl washes in the river, 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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