Miss Bonnie And Mister Clyde Lyrics - Ely Joe

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