Lyrics

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 Ha, 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 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 What do you mean she's gone? When? Last night With who- Clyde Barrow? No, that boy's in prison No he's not, he busted out 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?" Blanche, look at this, front page! Clyde Barrow somehow got a gun into his cell And demanded he be set free He's a fugitive They ain't never gonna catch him No one drives like Clyde Dang he's famous! 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
Writer(s): Frank Wildhorn, Don Black Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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