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Bruce Springsteen - Outlaw Pete Lyrics
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
Outlaw Pete, you're a dreamer
Your Daddy's sins you own
You built a house of cards
You can't even call a home
The horse your ride makes the grade
But the medals are out of reach
You wander 'round those empty rooms
Of two houses in County Palm Beach
The bald sheriff wears a bandana
Your right hand man has no left hip
The organ has gone silent
The spark plug can no longer flip
Outlaw Pete, you ride the rails
Out to the desert of broken dreams
You made a memory of her
Then tore it up at the seams
Higher office has been lower grade
They make money like you used to do
It's not a heist if you got votes
No jail time, just IOU's
Now a new day is dawning
The shades of grey are now dark
Either the ballroom or the endzone
They're both a long way from Asbury Park
Outlaw Pete, hang up the silver spurs
From your hands, clean the dust
Better days are not wishful thinking
They are something in which we trust
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But the headlights are shot through
Outlaw Pete, you're a dreamer
Your Daddy's sins you own
You built a house of cards
You can't even call a home
The horse your ride makes the grade
But the medals are out of reach
You wander 'round those empty rooms
Of two houses in County Palm Beach
The bald sheriff wears a bandana
Your right hand man has no left hip
The organ has gone silent
The spark plug can no longer flip
Outlaw Pete, you ride the rails
Out to the desert of broken dreams
You made a memory of her
Then tore it up at the seams
Higher office has been lower grade
They make money like you used to do
It's not a heist if you got votes
No jail time, just IOU's
Now a new day is dawning
The shades of grey are now dark
Either the ballroom or the endzone
They're both a long way from Asbury Park
Outlaw Pete, hang up the silver spurs
From your hands, clean the dust
Better days are not wishful thinking
They are something in which we trust
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