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 get-a-way 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 be-friended 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 ClydeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
