Bruce Springsteen - Outlaw Pete
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 name 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 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 trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held that beautiful daughter to his ch
