Well, who would have thought that a waitress from Rowena
Would have had the balls to bust me out with my old 45?
And who would have thought that a farm boy from Telico
Could outsmart the smartest lawmen and walk outta there alive?
My name is gonna make the history books
Too bad I won't be here
I may have started out with small-time crooks
In a year or two, I'll be as known as Chicago's Al Capone
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Bye, baby
See you soon, sugar
Thanks to you, Bonnie, babe
I can make plans again
I got lots of reasons to keep living
It's true that love can set you free
And this world will remember me
You said you'd go straight, Clyde I wanna be in movies
I can't name a movie star who's doing robberies on the side
I know in my heart, babe, that Hollywood is calling
How can I be in the spotlight if we always have to hide?
We'll need some dough to get to Hollywood
One or two jobs should do
But after that we will be done for good
Babe, when Hollywood gets hold of you, they'll be saying, "Clara who?"
No need to rush everybody get your autographs
"Hell of a ride", will be the words on our epitaphs
Two living legends, that's what we will be
And that's okay with me
Every place that we go, folks will turn their heads
They'll be hollerin' from Dodge to Denver
We are the pair that they'll discuss
Yes, this world will remember us
We are making dang sure that we leave our mark
You don't leave your mark by digging ditches
No wonder we're who they'll discuss
Yes, this world will remember us
This dag world will remember us
This cold world will remember us
No way they won't remember us