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Well you heard the ballad of Jesse James how he robbed that Glendale train
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But that don't compare to the do-or-dare of the famous Barrow Gang
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They're crooks and killers the papers say and society drags ‘em down
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Calls ‘em low-life scum no better than mud and they run ‘em right out of town.
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And I said hey pretty honey of mine ride along with me
We'll shoot the night just to stay a-right
E
Till we climb up the hanging tree
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So when you leave your house shut the garden gate
D
Tell your mother and your father not to stay up late
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We’re gonna fight for our freedom right down to the day we die.
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Well it was gas-filling stations convenience stores to those home-spun county banks
E
We took 'em all both great and small steering clear of the cell block tanks
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You can feel the freedom of the open road blowing smoke rings out of your hair
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But you'll never find a feeling that's more alive than throwing lead through the gravelly air.
A
And I said hey pretty honey of mine what are you gonna do
‘Cause there's a gas-can man with a rifle in his hand
E
Gonna blow you to Waterloo
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She said I told you twice and I'll say it again
D
I’m not a cooped-up chicken or a huckleberry hen.
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Gonna fight for my freedom right down to the day we die.
A
It was roundabout the spring of '34 we were skirting state border lines
E
Oklahoma, Mississippi, Creole Country, Kansas City, Dallas, and the Great Divide
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But in the gun-light's gleam I could see in her eyes as she stood in the barn door-way
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Saying Clyde I know it's a coal-black road gonna send you to Judgment Day.
A
And I said hey pretty honey of mine tell me and tell me true
If you could take it all back would you walk the right track
E
And obey them boys in blue
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She said I walk a road paved with regret
D
But the Law don't forgive and it’ll never forget
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We’re gonna fight for our freedom right down to the day we die.
A
I know we're not that smart or desperate love the law it always wins
E
We've been shot before but we can't ignore that death is the wages of sin
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Some day we'll ride to the end of the trail and they'll bury us side by side
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For your ma there'll be grief, for the law relief, but it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.
A
And I said hey pretty honey of mine life can lend you a bitter taste
E
When the whole world's view of the gutter and you has got you feeling like a human waste
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We’re not the people that they think see
D
And we've payed our debts to society.
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(We're gonna fight for our freedom right down to the day we die. x3)
