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 getaway 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