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 dying 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 growing smaller with each get-a-way

With the end growing 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 or 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.