Loving life one day at a time
bonnie and clyde
Is there such thing as love like this???
The Story of Bonnie and Clyde
Youve read the story of Jesse James
Of how he lived and died
If youre still in need for something to read
Heres the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang,
Im sure you all have read
how they rob and steal
And those who squeal are usually found dying or dead.
Theres lots of untruths to those write-ups
Theyre not so ruthless as that
Their nature is raw, they hate all law
Stool pigeons, spotters, and rats.
They call them cold-blooded killers
They say they are heartless and mean
But I say this with pride, I once knew Clyde
When he was honest and upright and clean.
But the laws fooled around and taking him down
and locking him up in a cell
Till he said to me, "Ill never be free
So Ill meet a few of them in hell."
The road was so dimly lighted
There were no highway signs to guide
But they made up their minds if all roads were blind
They wouldnt give up till they died.
The road gets dimmer and dimmer
Sometimes you can hardly see
But its fight man to man, and do all you can
For they know they can never be free.
From heartbreak some people have suffered
From weariness some people have died
But all in all, our troubles are small
Till we get like Bonnie and Clyde.
If a policeman is killed in Dallas
And they have no clue or guide
If they cant find a friend, just wipe the slate clean
And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.
Theres two crimes committed in America
Not accredited to the Barrow Mob
They had no hand in the kidnap demand
Nor the Kansas City Depot job.
A newsboy once said to his buddy
"I wish old Clyde would get jumped
In these hard times wes get a few dimes
If five or six cops would get bumped."
"The police havent got the report yet
But Clyde called me up today
He said, "Dont start any fights, we arent
working nights, were joining the NRA."
From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
Is known as the Great Divide
Where the women are kin and men are men
And they wont stool on Bonnie and Clyde.
If they try to act like citizens
And rent a nice little flat
About the third night theyre invited to fight
By a sub-guns rat-tat-tat.
They dont think theyre tough or desperate
They know the law always wins
Theyve been shot at before, but they do not ignore
That death is the wages of sin.
Someday theyll go down together
And theyll bury them side by side
To few itll be grief, to the law a relief
But its death for Bonnie and Clyde.
Try a new drinks recipe site