Miss Bonnie and Mister Clyde

I was mindin' my own business down on Deep Elum Street
 The sun was comin' up and the birds was singin' sweet
 When a car come around the corner, long and lean and brown
 Pulls up to the curb beside me and rolls their window down
 A man throws me a dollar and I asked him what's that for
 A pack of Luckies and a Paper over at the corner store
 I peer into the window there's a man and a woman inside
 Holy Jumpin' Bolts of Lightnin' it's Miss Bonnie and Mr. Clyde
 I made a joke about Lucky Strikes that I never should've used
 Their patience was proportional to the shortness of their fuse
 Bonnie's pretty little trigger finger was twitchin' by her side
 And Clyde was cleanin' his fingernails with a foot long Bowie Knife
 I brung 'em back the Cigarettes and the Dallas Mornin' Sun
 I told 'em they made the papers front page and column one
 Ah, we don't need no smart-assed kid actin' as our guide
 Now just run along like you never seen, Miss Bonnie and Mr. Clyde
 Excuse me sir I says to him, but I thought you was a business guy
 I might have a little proposition that just might catch your eye
 The biggest haul of Fort Knox Gold they're a'haulin back tonight
 And loadin' it up in an Armored Car at the crack of the mornin' light
 Bonnie grabbed me by the belt loop and pulled me in the car
 And Clyde held a saw'd-off to my head and lit me a big cigar
 If you're on the level then we might just be partners on the side
 But don't even think about double crossin' Miss Bonnie and Mr. Clyde
 Within a week I'd been transformed from a beggar to a wanted man
 The dreams I'd had of a glamorous life were now, oh so close at hand
 Bonnie kept makin' eyes at me, it was hard to look away
 She looked like an innocent country girl who had somehow gone astray
 Clyde once imagined he was Robin Hood but now his greed was startin' to show
 Instead of spreading the wealth around he was Wallerin' in the Dough
 And when he started slappin' Bonnie around something went off in me inside, I said,
 If you keep slappin' Bonnie around, I'm gonna have your hide! Clyde!
 Clyde would've shot me then and there if he wasn't so sluggin' drunk
 'Bout the time he raised his shootin' iron he passed out on his trunk
 Me and Bonnie made our break, in Clyde's Caddilac De Ville
 Bonnie was already on my lap as we flew thru Louisville
 We got married in Niagra Falls, I got a job as a paper man
 Within a week the headlines came, showed Clyde on an old divan
 Shot full of holes, the both of them, which the paper then Identified
 As the love who led him to his grave, Miss Bonnie and Mr. Clyde
 We just couldn't believe we got away with a scheme as big as that
 We were buying drinks and tossin' scraps to all the dogs and cats
 We rented us a barrel that night at the Whiskey Still
 And decided to spend our Honeymoon floatin' down Niagra Hill
 We made the maddest wettest bumpiest love fallin' down that waterfall
 Like a crazy pair of desert doves who had never seen rain fall
 The Police lights were blinkin' at our motel room, outside
 But We never went back to hear the tale of Miss Bonnie and Mr. Clyde