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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 months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his bare baby feet
All he was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony 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 Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and on the res
And as the snow he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart and burned by the need 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 have not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete drew a knife his boot, threw it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And 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 days and nights rode and did not stop
he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a updraft slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his side
say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen 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
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his bare baby feet
All he was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony 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 Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and on the res
And as the snow he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart and burned by the need 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 have not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete drew a knife his boot, threw it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And 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 days and nights rode and did not stop
he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a updraft slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his spurs deep into his side
say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen 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
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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