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Bonnie and Clyde were pretty lookin' people |
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But I can tell you people they were the devil's children |
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Bonnie and Clyde began their evil doin' |
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One lazy afternoon down Savannah way |
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They robbed a store |
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And high-tailed outa that town |
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Got clean away in a stolen car |
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And waited till the heat died down |
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Bonnie and Clyde advanced their reputation |
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And made the graduation into the banking business |
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"Reach for the sky," sweet-talking Clyde would holler |
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As Bonnie loaded dollars in the dewlap bag |
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Now one brave man |
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He tried to take 'em alone |
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They left him lyin' in a pool of blood |
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And laughed about it all the way home |
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Bonnie and Clyde got to be public enemy number one |
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Running and hiding from every American lawman's gun |
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They used to laugh about dyin' |
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But deep inside 'em they knew that pretty soon they'd be lyin' |
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Beneath the ground together |
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Pushing up daisies to welcome the sun and the morning dew |
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Acting upon reliable information |
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A federal deputation laid a deadly ambush |
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When Bonnie and Clyde came walking in the sunshine |
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A half a dozen carbines opened up on them |
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Bonnie and Clyde, they lived a lot together |
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And finally together they died |
