Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Miss Bonnie and Mister Clyde, artist - Joe Ely. Date of issue: 18.01.2007
Song language: English
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 |