The Trails End For Bonnie And Clyde Lyrics

Well you've heard the story of Jesse James
Of how he lived and died;
      If you're still in need
      Of something to sing,
Then 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 dying or dead.

There's lots of untruths to these write-ups;
They're not so ruthless as that;
      Their nature is raw;
      They hate all the law
stool pigeons, spotters, and rats.

They call them cold-blooded killers;
They say they are heartless and mean;
      But I say this with pride,
      I once knew Clyde
When he was honest, upright and clean.

But the law fooled around,
Kept taking him down
And locking 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."

(Chorus)
The story of Bonnie and Clyde,
How they lived, they loved, and how they died.
Would you do it,
All over again?
Knowing what waited for you,
At your trails end.

The road was so dimly lighted;
no highway signs to guide;
      But they made up their minds
      If all roads were blind,
They wouldn't give up till they died.

The road gets dimmer and dimmer;
Sometimes you can hardly see;
      But it's fight, man to man,
      And do all you can,
For they know they can never be free.

From heart-break some people suffered;
From weariness some people died;
      But taking it all in all,
      Our troubles are small
Till we get like Bonnie and Clyde.

If a cop is killed in Dallas,
And they have no clue or guide;
      If they can't find a fiend,
      They just wipe their slate clean
And blame it on Bonnie and Clyde.

(Chorus)
The story of Bonnie and Clyde,
How they lived, they loved, and how they died. Would you do it,
All over again?
Knowing what waited for you,
At your trails end.

There's two crimes committed in America
Not accredited to the Barrow mob;
      They had no hand
      In the kidnap demand,
Nor the Kansas City depot job.

A newsboy said to his buddy;
"I wish old Clyde would get jumped;
      In these awful hard times
      We'd make a few dimes
If five or six cops would get bumped."

The police haven't got the report yet,
But Clyde he called me up today;
      said, "Don't start any fights
      We aren't working nights
We're joining with the NRA."

From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
It’s known as the Great Divide,
      Where the women are kin,
      And the men are men,
they won't "stool" on Bonnie and Clyde.

(Chorus)
The story of Bonnie and Clyde,
How they lived, they loved, and how they died.
Would you do it,
All over again?
Knowing what waited for you,
At your trails end.

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-gun's rat-tat-tat.

They don't think they're too tough or desperate,
They know that the law always wins;
      They've been shot at before,
      But they do not ignore
That death is the wages of sin.

Some day we'll go down together;
And they'll bury us side by side;
      To few it'll be grief
      To the law a relief
But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.

(Chorus) X 2
The story of Bonnie and Clyde,
How they lived, they loved, and how they died.
Would you do it,
All over again?
Knowing what waited for you,
At your trails end.

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