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- 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 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 25 a Mustang pony he did steal
and he rode her 'round 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?
He cut his trail of tears across the countryside
and where he went women wept and men died.
One night he awoke from a vision of his own death,
saddled his pony and rode out deep into the West.
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
and as the snow fell he held their 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 burdened
by the need to get his man.
He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river,
pulled 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 lay in his own
blood dying in the sun,
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 hear me?
For forty days & nights Pete
rode and did not stop,
till he sat high upon an icy mountaintop.
He watched a hawk on a desert
updraft, slip & slide,
moved to the edge and dug his
spurs deep into his pony's side.
Some say Pete and his pony
vanished over the edge
and some say they remain frozen
high up on that icy ledge.
A young Navajo girl washes in the river
her skin so fair
and braid's 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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- 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 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 25 a Mustang pony he did steal
and he rode her 'round 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?
He cut his trail of tears across the countryside
and where he went women wept and men died.
One night he awoke from a vision of his own death,
saddled his pony and rode out deep into the West.
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
and as the snow fell he held their 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 burdened
by the need to get his man.
He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river,
pulled 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 lay in his own
blood dying in the sun,
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 hear me?
For forty days & nights Pete
rode and did not stop,
till he sat high upon an icy mountaintop.
He watched a hawk on a desert
updraft, slip & slide,
moved to the edge and dug his
spurs deep into his pony's side.
Some say Pete and his pony
vanished over the edge
and some say they remain frozen
high up on that icy ledge.
A young Navajo girl washes in the river
her skin so fair
and braid's 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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