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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 months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his 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 around and 'round on heaven's wheel
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 trail of tears the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One night he woke a vision of his own death
his pony and rode her deep into the West
a Navajo girl and settled on the res
And as the 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 came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and by the need to get his man
He found peacefully fishing by the river
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete drew a from his boot, threw it,
And pierced 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 these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
For forty and nights Pete and did not stop
Till he sat high an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, 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 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 around and 'round on heaven's wheel
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 trail of tears the countryside
And where he went, women and men died
One night he woke a vision of his own death
his pony and rode her deep into the West
a Navajo girl and settled on the res
And as the 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 came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and by the need to get his man
He found peacefully fishing by the river
his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you not."
He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger
And "let it start"
Pete drew a from his boot, threw it,
And pierced 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 these things we've done."
You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you me?
For forty and nights Pete and did not stop
Till he sat high an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, 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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