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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 Trail
At six months old he'd done months in jail
He a bank in his diapers and his bare feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
At twenty-five a pony he did steal
And rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an killer and a thief
And I only to sow my grief
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They 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
his pony and her 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 came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found 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"
Pete drew a knife from 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 me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till 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 his pony side
Some say Pete and his vanished the edge
Some say they frozen high upon icy ledge
The girl in the river, skin so fair
And a piece of Pete's chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done months in jail
He a bank in his diapers and his bare feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
At twenty-five a pony he did steal
And rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an killer and a thief
And I only to sow my grief
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They 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
his pony and her 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 came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found 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"
Pete drew a knife from 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 me?
For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till 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 his pony side
Some say Pete and his vanished the edge
Some say they frozen high upon icy ledge
The girl in the river, skin so fair
And a piece of Pete's chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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