The Ballad of Bonnie and Clyde he Story of Suicide: The Ballad of Bonnie and Clyde (written by Bonnie Parker) We, each of us, have a good alibi For being down here in the joint; But few of them are really justified, If you get right down to the point. You have heard of a womans glory Being spent on a downright cur. Still you cant always judge the story As true being told by her. As long as I stayed on the island And heard confidence tales from the gals, There was only one interesting and truthful, It was the story of Suicide Sal. Now Sal was a girl of rare beauty, Though her features were somewhat tough, She never once faltered from duty, To play on the up and up. Sal told me this tale on the evening Before she was turned out free, And Ill do my best to relate it, Just as she told it to me. I was born on a ranch in Wyoming, Not treated like Helen of Troy, Was taught that rods were rulers, And ranked with greasy cowboys. . . . Youve read the story of Jesse James Of how he lived and died If youre still in need of something to read Heres the story of Bonnie and Clyde. Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow Gang, Im sure you all have read how they rob and steal and those who squeal are usually found dying or dead. Theres lots of untruths to these write-ups Theyre not so ruthless as that Their nature is raw, they hate all 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 and upright and clean. But the laws fooled around and taking him down and locking him up in a cell Til he said to me, Ill never be free, So Ill meet a few of them in hell. The road was so dimly lighted There were no highway signs to guide But they made up their minds if all roads were blind They wouldnt give up til they died. The road gets dimmer and dimmer Sometimes you can hardly see But its fight man to man, and do all you can For they know they can never be free. From heartbreak some people have suffered From weariness some people have died But all in all, our troubles are small Til we get like Bonnie and Clyde. If a policeman is killed in Dallas And they have no clue or guide If they cant find a fiend, just wipe the slate clean And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde. Theres 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 once said to his buddy I wish old Clyde would get jumped In these hard times wes get a few dimes If five or six cops would get bumped. The police havent got the report yet But Clyde called me up today He said, Dont start any fights, we arent working nights, were joining the NRA. From Irving to West Dallas viaduct Is known as the Great Divide Where the women are kin, and men are men And they wont stool on Bonnie and Clyde. If they try to act like citizens And rent a nice flat About the third night theyre invited to fight By a sub-guns rat-tat-tat. They dont think theyre tough or desperate They know the law always wins Theyve been shot at before, but they do not ignore That death is the wages of sin. Some day theyll go down together And theyll bury them side by side To few itll be grief, to the law a relief But its death for Bonnie and Clyde. Did you know Bonnie Parker wrote poetry and predicted her future in it? - The Ballad of Bonnie and Clyde
Posted on: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 19:10:36 +0000
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