Bonnie was a waitress in a small cafe

Clyde Barrow was the rounder that took her away

They both robbed and killed until both of them died

So goes the Legend of Bonnie and Clyde



The poems that she wrote of the life that they led

Told of the lawmen left dyin' or dead

Some say that Clyde, made her life a shame

But the legend made Bonnie the head of the game



The rampage grew wilder with each passing day

The odds growin' smaller with each get-a-way

With the end growin' closer the harder they fought

With blood on their hands they were bound to get caught



They drove back from town on one bright summer day

When a man they befriended stepped out in the way

With no thought of dyin' they pulled to the side

But death lay there waiting for Bonnie and Clyde



Two years of runnin' was ended that day

For robbin' and killin' they both had to pay

But we'll always remember how they lived and died

So goes the Legend of Bonnie and Clyde

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Bonnie and Clyde