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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was born a little on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd three months in jail
He 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 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 hear me?
They cut his of tears the countryside
And he went, women and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
his pony and rode 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 came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart 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 think you've changed, but you have 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 smiled as he in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We undo 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 and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say frozen high that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a of Pete's chaps her hair
Pete!
Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd three months in jail
He 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 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 hear me?
They cut his of tears the countryside
And he went, women and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
his pony and rode 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 came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart 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 think you've changed, but you have 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 smiled as he in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We undo 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 and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the and dug his deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony over the edge
Some say frozen high that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a of Pete's chaps her hair
Pete!
Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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