Small town girl with a Bible name Red dress Restless Chewing on her blame He rolls up slow in a borrowed Ford Half a grin A pistol And a broken Lord He says “You look bored You look brave to me” She laughs “I’ve been dying just to disagree” One cigarette Two stolen hearts They leave that night as the county falls apart Bonnie and Clyde Dust and gasoline Two cheap rings and a dead-end dream Hands on the wheel Hands on the crime Writing their vows in the headline lines Bonnie and Clyde Riding past the line “I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine” Every mile a match to strike Bonnie and Clyde Diners Motels Names they never use Torn-up maps and secondhand shoes He cracks a safe like he’s cracking a joke She hums Pockets bills Pockets holy smoke Police sketches taped in every bar They toast their faces like they’re movie stars She scribbles poems on the paper sacks About the love that pulls and the law that tracks Bonnie and Clyde Dust and gasoline Two cheap rings and a dead-end dream Hands on the wheel Hands on the crime Writing their vows in the headline lines Bonnie and Clyde Riding past the line “I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine” Every mile a match to strike Bonnie and Clyde Rain on the windshield Road turns red Ambush waiting at the county’s edge He reaches for her Not for the gun She whispers “Guess we finally stopped the run” Sirens distant Flowers never sent All that cash can’t pay their rent Of blood and stories Songs and shame Two carved initials in a country’s name Bonnie and Clyde Dust and gasoline Two cheap rings and a dead-end dream Hands on the wheel Hands on the crime Writing their vows in the headline lines Bonnie and Clyde Frozen in the file Kissed by bullets Damned by style Every ballad takes a price Bonnie and Clyde
