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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 months old he'd done three months in jail
He 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 Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
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 me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One night he from a vision of his own death
Saddled his and rode her deep into the West
Married 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 hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion Bounty Hunter Dan
His quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He peacefully fishing by the river
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And Dan the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
For forty days and nights Pete 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 his pony side
Some say and his vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He 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 Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
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 me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One night he from a vision of his own death
Saddled his and rode her deep into the West
Married 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 hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion Bounty Hunter Dan
His quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He peacefully fishing by the river
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And Dan the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
For forty days and nights Pete 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 his pony side
Some say and his vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
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