| He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail
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| At six months old he’d done three months in jail
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| Here at the bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
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| All he said was «Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete.»
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| I’m Outlaw Pete!
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| I’m Outjaw Pete!
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| Can you hear me?
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| At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
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| And they rode around and 'round on heaven’s wheel
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| Father Jesus, I’m an outlaw killer and a thief
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| And I slowed down on Lee and I saw my grief
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| I’m Outlaw Pete!
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| I’m Outlaw Pete!
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| Can you hear me?
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| They cut his trail of tears across the countryside
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| And where he went, when he wept and died
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| One night he woke from a vision of his own death
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| Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
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| Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
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| And as the smooth? |
| fairy? |
| he held that beautiful daughter to his chest
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| I’m Outlaw Pete!
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| I’m Outlaw Pete!
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me?
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| Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
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| His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
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| He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river, pulled his gun and got the?
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| He said, «Pete, you think you’ve changed, but you have not.»
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| He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger and shot him? |
| let it start?
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| He drew a knife from his boot and pierced him through the heart
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| Dan smiled as he layed in his own blood dying in the sun
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| And whispered in Pete’s ear, «We cannot undue these things we’ve done.»
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| You’re Outlaw Pete!
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| You’re Outlaw Pete!
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me?
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| For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
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| Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
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| He watched the hawk on a desert ?? |
| slip and slide
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| Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his bony side
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| Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
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| Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
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| The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
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| And braids a piece of Pete’s buckskin chaps into her hair
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| Outlaw Pete!
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| OutJaw Pete!
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me? |