Bonnie was a waitress in a small cafeClyde Barrow was the rounder that took her awayThey both robbed and killed until both of them diedSo goes the legend of Bonnie and ClydeThe poems that she wrote of the life that they ledTold of the lawmen left dying or deadSome say that Clyde made her life a shameBut the legend made Bonnie the head of the gameThe rampage grew wilder with each passing dayThe odds growing smaller with each get-a-wayWith the end growing closer, the harder they foughtWith blood on their hands they were bound to get caughtThey drove back from town on one bright summer dayWhen a man they befriended stepped out in the wayWith no thought of dyin' they pulled to the sideBut death lay there waiting for Bonnie and ClydeTwo years or runnin' was ended that dayFor robbin' and killin' they both had to payBut we'll always remember how they lived and diedSo goes the legend of Bonnie and ClydeBonnie and Clyde, Bonnie and Clyde
