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You've heard the story of Jesse James |
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Of how he lived and died? |
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If you're still in need of something to read |
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Here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde |
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Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang |
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I am sure you all have read how they were and still |
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And those who still |
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Are usually found dying or dead |
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They call them cold hearted killers |
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They say they are heartless and mean |
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But I say this with pride |
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That I once knew Clyde when he was honest |
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And a bright and clean |
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But the laws fold around |
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Kept taking him down and locking him up in a cell |
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'Til he said to me: "I'll never be free" |
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So I'll meet a few of them in hell |
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If a policeman is killed in Dallas |
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And they have no clue or guide |
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If they can't think or find |
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They just wipe their slake clean |
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And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde |
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If they try to act like citizens |
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And rent them a nice little flat |
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About the third night |
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They're invited to fight by a |
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Sub gun's rat tat tat |
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Some day they'll go down together |
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They'll bury them side by side |
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To few it will be grief to the law a relief |
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But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde |
