Bonnie and Clyde were bank robbers,
Oh, Lordy how they could rob
Born poor, and raised down in Texas
Stealin' was their day job
They robbed the man
And loved doin' wrong..

To them, banks were only a buffet
Grabbed up those salads of green
Shootin' and killin' like crazy
The most notorious, yet seen
They robbed the man
Just kept doin' wrong..

Not big and mighty in stature,
Bonnie weighed just ninety pounds
Clyde was a slight one-thirty,
Compensated with machine gun rounds
They robbed the man
They loved doin' wrong..

W.D. Jones was the young friend
Who traveled with Bonnie and Clyde
He'd stand guard while they done their sleepin'
Made him feel big to be on their side
This teenage kid
He loved doin' wrong..

Clyde traveled back to his home place
Saw Momma and sister, Marie
They sucked up some home-brew and moonshine
On that Christmas Eve, a wild party,
With Fam'ly clan
Later, done more wrong..

Held up a grocery for money
Carjacked a late Model A
Then blasted the driver, Doyle Johnson
Picked up Bonnie, and they sped away
Cut across farm land,
And kept doin' wrong..

Roamed state to state on a crime spree
Robbin' and shootin' law men
In Tennessee and clear up in Iowa
All murders numbered more than ten.
Hit the banks and ran
They kept doin' wrong..

One partner in crime was his brother,
Big Buck, and the sis in law, Blanche
When W.D. suffered a gun wound
Clyde just plugged it with a small elm branch
Saw no doctors and,
Went on doin' wrong

Clyde seemed to know days were numbered
Bein' hunted by men with a star
Betrayed by his friend, Henry Methvin
They laid in ambush for his car
Perfect was the plan
Now, it won't be long

The posse heard Clyde's car a' comin'
Like popcorn, loud gunshots rang out
Of their bullet riddled bodies, took photos
A bloody ending, there's no doubt
Down in Louisian..
They'd do no more wrong

Down in Louisian,
They'd do no more wrong..