Bonnie to My Clyde Songtext
von The Bad Things

You were wearing black face from the coal mine
A blue collar minstrel, just waiting for your moment to shine
Just like fool′s gold found in 1849

And you were wearing white face from the flour mill
A good-natured girl just waiting,
Until some foolish boy swept you off of your feet
And out of this town

Let's run away, together you and I
We′ll head out West, were the limit is the sky
And I'll be the Clyde to your Bonnie
If you're the Bonnie to my Clyde
Let′s run away, together
You and I


You wore a black suit from the men′s store
Three weeks wages, well it was more dear than that
But you sure looked fine
In your fine finery

And you wore a white dress your mother had sown
She gave you her blessing if you promised to write home
She gave you a bible
And an invory handled comb

Let's run away, together you and I
We′ll head out West, where the limit is the sky
And I'll be the Clyde to your Bonnie
If your the Bonnie to my Clyde
Let′s run away, together
You and I