Bonnie & Clyde (Dust and Blood)

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Red dirt rising from the old back road,

A stolen Ford and a heavy load.

Sheriff's lights burning through the rain,

Two cold hearts with nothing to gain.

She wore black like a midnight prayer,

Wild-eyed devil with the raven hair.

He just grinned, lit one last smoke,

Said, "Freedom's worth every bridge we broke."

Ride, Bonnie, ride... don't you look behind.

The Devil owns the highway, but tonight it's mine.

Blood on the dashboard, dust in the sky,

Living too hard just to die.

No saints, no saviors, no alibis...

Just Bonnie and Clyde beneath outlaw skies.

Every county line knew their names,

Wanted posters and whispered flames.

Church bells rang but they never prayed,

Their gospel was the debts they paid.

Moonshine breath and a loaded gun,

Running from tomorrow, chasing the sun.

Every mile carved into stone,

Two lost souls that called hell home.

Ride, Bonnie, ride... don't you look behind.

The Devil owns the highway, but tonight it's mine.

Blood on the dashboard, dust in the sky,

Living too hard just to die.

No saints, no saviors, no alibis...

Just Bonnie and Clyde beneath outlaw skies.

When the crows circle over those Louisiana pines,

The wind still whispers both their names.

Love ain't clean when it's born from sin,

But some fires never let the darkness win.

Ride, Bonnie, ride... till the wheels fall free.

A bullet can't kill a legacy.

Dust to dust, but the story survives,

Written in smoke and .45s.

If heaven shuts its old front gate,

We'll meet in hell... and laugh at fate.

One last cigarette...

One last sunrise...

Bonnie...

Clyde...

Forever riding where the black road lies.

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