Ely Joe - Miss Bonnie and Mister Clyde lyrics

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-a**ed 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 pa**ed 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