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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 robbed 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 Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a 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 Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One he woke a vision of his own death
Saddled his and rode her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled 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 me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an stallion came Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the 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 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 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 me?
Can you hear me?
For days and 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 into his pony side
Some say and his over the edge
say they 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 months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed 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 Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a 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 Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One he woke a vision of his own death
Saddled his and rode her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled 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 me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an stallion came Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the 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 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 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 me?
Can you hear me?
For days and 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 into his pony side
Some say and his over the edge
say they 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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