Bonnie was a waitress
In a small cafe
Clyde Barrow was a rounder
That took her away
They both robbed and killed
Until both loved and died
So goes the legend
Of Bonnie and Clyde
The poem 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
Stopped out in the way
With no thought of dying
They pulled to the side
But death lay there waiting
For Bonnie and Clyde
Two years of running
Was ended that day
For robbing and killing
They both had to pay
But we'll always remember
How they lived and died
So goes the legend
Of Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde