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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a baby on the Appalachian Trail
At six old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a in his diapers and his little baby feet
All he 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 outlaw and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women 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 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 came Bounty Dan
His heart quickened and by the need to get his man
He found Pete 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, 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 dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot these 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 Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He 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 pony vanished over the edge
say they frozen that icy ledge
The young 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 me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a in his diapers and his little baby feet
All he 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 outlaw and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women 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 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 came Bounty Dan
His heart quickened and by the need to get his man
He found Pete 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, 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 dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot these 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 Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He 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 pony vanished over the edge
say they frozen that icy ledge
The young 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 me?
Can you hear me?
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