sorken@gym

Springsteen på stadion, fy fan va nice.

Om det kommer i närheten av förra årets konsert på Ullevi så är det topp!

Grym låt från nya skivan här nedanför, med text och allt.
Sen äre ju inte så illa med filmklippen dom satt ihop till låten heller ;)

Den kommer förresten med största sannolikhet att spelas som låt nr tre på stadion. . . inside info ;)

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 anf 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?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?