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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 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 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 Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They 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 pony 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 to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Hunter Dan
His quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He peacefully fishing by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not."
He his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
drew a knife from his boot, 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 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 and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his vanished over the edge
say they remain frozen upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, so fair
And braids a of Pete's chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
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 a bank in his diapers and his little 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 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 Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They 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 pony 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 to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Hunter Dan
His quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He peacefully fishing by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not."
He his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
drew a knife from his boot, 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 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 and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his vanished over the edge
say they remain frozen upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo washes in the river, so fair
And braids a of Pete's chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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