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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 baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my 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 and 'round on heaven's wheel
Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her into the West
Married a Navajo 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 Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned 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 think you've changed, but you have not."
He his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo 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 rode and did not stop
he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
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 baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my 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 and 'round on heaven's wheel
Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
cut his of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her into the West
Married a Navajo 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 Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned 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 think you've changed, but you have not."
He his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it,
And Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We cannot undo 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 rode and did not stop
he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's chaps into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
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