Bonnie and Clyde

If ever that day comes around

If I get my feet on the ground

I'd make Bonnie my wife

And we'd rob this old town

Maybe take all their money

Get a boat and sail down

Down where the blue, blue waters flow

Yes this is a place I would go

We might get ourselves lost

We may never be found

If ever that day comes around

Boy we were put here to roam

And we never did need a home

So let's shoot up this town

Let's run through the night

And take down that boat

Lead a runaway life

Where the blue waters flow

Oh this is the place we will go

And we'll be thick as thieves

Run off you and me

'cause boy we were put here to roam

We might get ourselves lost

We may never be found

If ever that day comes around