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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 bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And 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 where he went, wept and men died
One he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow 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 Bounty Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully by the river
Pulled 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"
drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan 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 an icy top
He watched the hawk on a desert slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's chaps her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you 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 bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And 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 where he went, wept and men died
One he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow 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 Bounty Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully by the river
Pulled 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"
drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan 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 an icy top
He watched the hawk on a desert slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's chaps her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
...
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