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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a baby on the Trail
At six old he'd done three months in jail
He a bank in his diapers and his little bare 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 rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an 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 the countryside
And where he went, wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her into the West
a Navajo girl and settled on the res
And as the snow fell he held
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 and by the need to get his man
He Pete peacefully fishing by the river
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you not."
He cocked 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 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 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 pony vanished over the edge
say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a of Pete's buckskin into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six old he'd done three months in jail
He a bank in his diapers and his little bare 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 rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an 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 the countryside
And where he went, wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her into the West
a Navajo girl and settled on the res
And as the snow fell he held
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 and by the need to get his man
He Pete peacefully fishing by the river
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you not."
He cocked 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 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 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 pony vanished over the edge
say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a of Pete's buckskin into her hair
Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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