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27 gen 2009 · Outlaw Pete Lyrics: 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...
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Album version 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 he rode her 'round and 'roun...
OUTLAW PETE is a song written by Bruce Springsteen and released on his 2009 album Working On A Dream. The above lyrics are for Bruce Springsteen's album version OUTLAW PETE as released in 2009. The track clocks at 8:00, the longest on the album, and the longest studio song since 1980. "It is a beast of music," producer Brendan O'Brien told Rolling ...
Working On A Dream is Bruce Springsteen's 24th album (and 16th studio album). It was officially announced, along with its track listing, on 17 Nov 2008, and released on 27 Jan 2009 on Columbia Records. The album was produced by Brendan O'Brien and recorded with the E Street Band during breaks on their 2007-2008 Magic Tour. It was recorded and mixed...
The album version of OUTLAW PETE appears on one Bruce Springsteen promo-only sampler. Other versions of OUTLAW PETE were also officially released.
8 dic 2015 · 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.
Outlaw Pete Lyrics by Bruce Springsteen from the Working on a Dream album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail At six months old he'd done three months in jail Here at the bank …
I'm Outlaw Pete! Can you hear me? At twenty-five a Mustang pony he did steal. And he rode her 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! Can you hear me? He cut his trail of tears across the countryside. And where he went, women wept and men died.
Outlaw Pete, you got to cross that river. To get to the edge of town. And when you get through the mud. You find that nothing is going down. Sometimes at night I slip my skin. I know your love will pull me through. My car has got a full tank of gas. But the headlights are shot through.
27 gen 2009 · Lyrics. 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?
