What's this mean?

What's this mean?
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 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 hang 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 smart 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;
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.

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