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Outlaw Pete 
Medium
by Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a little baby on the Trail
At six months old he'd done months in jail
He robbed a bank 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 he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw and a thief
And I slow down to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
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 and rode her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
beautiful 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 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 think you've changed, but you not."
He cocked his pistol, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife 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 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 rode and did not stop
he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the on a updraft slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done months in jail
He robbed a bank 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 he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw and a thief
And I slow down to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
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 and rode her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
beautiful 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 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 think you've changed, but you not."
He cocked his pistol, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife 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 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 rode and did not stop
he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the on a updraft slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
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