The Story of Bonnie and Clyde

There was once this story about a popular love-struck, ill-starred couple. Their names were Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow. They aren't like some couples who spread public displays of affection wherever they may please, no, instead this couple were on a constant run from the authorities. They were outlaws, dangerous criminals as viewed by the police but modern-day Robin Hoods by the public. 

Bonnie and Clyde, along with the Barrow gang, lived a hard life. Their lives were always fast-paced, in a constant rush, accompanied with narrow escapades, robberies and murder. Their fame escalated after pictures of them fooling around with guns were found by the police. But they soon found their fame swerving and their lives ending in a bloody police ambush. 

That's just how the general public view them, a couple so in love with each other, through their worst and till death did they part. But they were never really like this. In there younger years, both of them were fascinated in music. Clyde would play on his guitar and sing in the farm his father owns. He also taught himself how to play the saxophone, he loved music so much but he was badly influenced as he grew up that his interests of possibly having a music career turned into a hobby of hijacking cars. Bonnie Parker was as in love in music as she was in love with Clyde. She would join in pageants and talent shows, singing Broadway hits. She dreamed of one day being one of the people on those big movie screens, she was beautiful and smart. Like how they dreamed of, they became famous but not how they envisioned it to be. Instead being on the huge movie screens, they saw themselves on newspaper with a list of their criminal misadventures.

But they never gave up on their dreams even though it was too far from being a reality that time. During the times of their crimes, Clyde would always bring his guitar until he had to leave it behind during a police shootout. The police would always find Bonnie's movie magazines in their recovered stolen cars and on the day they died, Clyde's saxophone was found in their ambushed death car, only proving that he loved music until the end. 

More often, a criminal's story wouldn't be something I would waste my time for, much less know their names but the story of  Bonnie and Clyde captured me because of their undying passion and love maybe for each other, maybe for music but maybe just for the fact that they were good people that just lived in the wrong world. They were devoted to their families who stuck by them through their hardest of times. They always tried to stay in touch and support their families, when they had money, their families would always benefit from them and in return they helped Bonnie and Clyde in times of struggles, injuries and wounds.

Truthfully, they were unwilling killers. They never meant to kill people, only those who tried to  get in their way and capture them. Moreover, Clyde would most likely abduct a person, make a getaway and release the person along the way. Also in more than one occasion, he would actually give the unharmed kidnapped victim money to get back home.

Through this tough times, they had each other. But did you also know that Bonnie was actually married, but unfortunately not to Clyde. She married a man named Roy Thornton, not thinking through of how the whole thing works, the decision of marrying him was easy for her. Her dad died, her mom only had a job in a factory and she thought that marrying this man from his childhood would seem to be her way out. The marriage was an utter disaster, Roy was a thief, an alcoholic and an abusive husband who had  a 5 year sentence in jail and he only heard of Bonnie from then when she died with Clyde with their wedding band still latched around her finger.

Bonnie and Clyde died after a posse of Texan and Louisiana lawmen rained down bullets after bullets on the car they were driving. The leader of the posse, Frank Hamer, even went near the car and fired several shots to Bonnie's already dead body. An unofficial report even stated that Clyde's body was covered with 17 holes whilst Bonnie's were covered with 26 holes. In the end, even though they were criminals, they were also humans. They were buried properly, with memories of them preserved until the present time.

The Story of Bonnie and Clyde

You've read the story of Jesse James

Of how he lived and died;

If you're still in need

Of something to read,

Here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.

Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang,

I'm sure you all have read

How they rob and steal

And those who squeal

Are usually found dying or dead.

There's lots of untruths to these write-ups;

They're not so ruthless as that;

Their nature is raw;

They hate all the law

The stool pigeons, spotters, and rats.

They call them cold-blooded killers;

They say they are heartless and mean;

But I say this with pride,

That I once knew Clyde

When he was honest and upright and clean.

But the laws fooled around,

Kept taking him down

And locking him up in a cell,

Till he said to me,

"I'll never be free,

So I'll meet a few of them in hell."

The road was so dimly lighted;

There were no highway signs to guide;

But they made up their minds

If all roads were blind,

They wouldn't give up till they died.

The road gets dimmer and dimmer;

Sometimes you can hardly see;

But it's fight, man to man,

And do all you can,

For they know they can never be free.

From heart-break some people have suffered;

From weariness some people have died;

But take it all in all,

Our troubles are small

Till we get like Bonnie and Clyde.

If a policeman is killed in Dallas,

And they have no clue or guide;

If they can't find a fiend,

They just wipe their slate clean

And hand it on Bonnie and Clyde.

There's two crimes committed in America

Not accredited to the Barrow mob;

They had no hand

In the kidnap demand,

Nor the Kansas City depot job.

A newsboy once said to his buddy;

"I wish old Clyde would get jumped;

In these awful hard times

We'd make a few dimes

If five or six cops would get bumped."

The police haven't got the report yet,

But Clyde called me up today;

He said, "Don't start any fights

We aren't working nights

We're joining the NRA."

From Irving to West Dallas viaduct

Is known as the Great Divide,

Where the women are kin,

And the men are men,

And they won't "stool" on Bonnie and Clyde.

If they try to act like citizens

And rent them a nice little flat,

About the third night

They're invited to fight

By a sub-gun's rat-tat-tat.

They don't think they're too tough or desperate,

They know that the law always wins;

They've been shot at before,

But they do not ignore

That death is the wages of sin.

Some day they'll go down together;

And they'll bury them side by side;

To few it'll be grief

To the law a relief

But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.

-- Bonnie Parker