The story of Bonnie and Clyde (words: B. Parker)
You've read the story of Jesse James
Of how he lived and died
If you're still in need Of something to read
Here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang.
I'm sure you all have read
How they rob and steal And those who squeal
Are usually found dying or dead.
There’s not so much truth to these stories;
Though people call them heartless and mean;
But I say this with pride, That I once knew Clyde
When he was honest and upright and clean.
But the laws fooled around, kept taking him down
And locking him up in a cell,
Till he said to me, I'll never be free,
So I'll 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 wouldn't give up till they died.
They don't think they're too desperate or smart,
They know that the law will always win;
They've been shot at before, But they do not ignore
That death is the wages of sin.
The road gets dimmer and dimmer;
Sometimes you can hardly see;
But it's fight, man to man,And do all you can,
For they know they can never be free.
Some day they'll go down together;
They'll bury them side by side;
To few it'll be grief--To the law a relief--
But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.
