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 dyin' or dead. /
They call them cold-hearted killers /
They say they are 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 takin' him down /
And lockin' 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." /
If a policeman is killed in Dallas /
And they have no clue to guide /
If they can't find a fiend /
They just wipe their slate clean /
And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde /
If they try to act like citizens /
And rent them a nice little flat /
About the third night /
They're invited to fight /
By a sub- guns' rat-a-tat-tat. /
Some day, they'll go down together /
They'll bury them side by side /
To a few, it'll be grief /
To the law, a relief /
But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.
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