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Outlaw Pete 
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by Bruce Springsteen
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He was a little baby on the 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 was "Folks, my is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a pony he did steal
And they rode and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I down to sow my grief
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One he from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm 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 burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you you've changed, but you have not."
He his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "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 in Pete's ear,
"We cannot these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For days and Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished the edge
Some say they frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, so fair
And 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 was "Folks, my is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a pony he did steal
And they rode and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I down to sow my grief
I'm Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One he from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm 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 burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you you've changed, but you have not."
He his pistol, pulled the trigger
And shouted "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 in Pete's ear,
"We cannot these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For days and Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished the edge
Some say they frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, so fair
And 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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