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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 old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his and his little bare baby 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 he did steal
And they 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 of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One night he woke a of his own death
Saddled his pony and her deep into the West
a girl and settled down on the res
And as the fell he held
That beautiful to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His quickened and by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "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 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 and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy top
He watched the hawk on a desert slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they frozen high upon that icy ledge
The girl in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
...
At six old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his and his little bare baby 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 he did steal
And they 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 of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One night he woke a of his own death
Saddled his pony and her deep into the West
a girl and settled down on the res
And as the fell he held
That beautiful to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His quickened and by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "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 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 and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy top
He watched the hawk on a desert slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they frozen high upon that icy ledge
The girl in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
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