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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was a on the Appalachian Trail
At six old he'd done three in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little 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 he did steal
And they rode and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his of tears across the countryside
And 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 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 me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Dan
His quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He Pete 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 cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife 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 cannot 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 rode and did not stop
he sat high 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 pony over the edge
say remain high upon 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 old he'd done three in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little 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 he did steal
And they rode and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his of tears across the countryside
And 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 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 me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Dan
His quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He Pete 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 cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife 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 cannot 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 rode and did not stop
he sat high 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 pony over the edge
say remain high upon 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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