Bonnie Clyde, The Big-Bull-Hen Of The Women's Prison - DBUK

She arrived wearing a too-big bonnet

Some years ago at the women’s prison

The big black Bull-Hen moved on in

To sass the little bonnet girl, welcoming her in

«Are you crying underneath that little girly rag?

You’re right to be afraid, see, I’s the big Bull-Hen

You look like such a sweet thing, your taste won’t leave no tang

I’ll teach you to act, survive, and breathe

I’ll teach you everything

Now stop your crying, pure clean girl, and tell momma your name

Before I’s teach you whose yard this is, teach you our prison ways»

The bonnet girl began to shake, the other girls backed away

The Hen had been the bull so long, she forgot how to be afraid

She shook so hard when she shook the Hen, the Hen remembered pain

The other girls said, «You's alright, you just earned your name»

«We'll call you Bonnie, for your bonnet

We’ll call you Clyde, 'cause you’ve got a man’s fight inside»

Bonnie Clyde

They call her Bonnie Clyde

Sweet Bonnie Clyde

Sweet Bonnie Clyde

Now years later, Bonnie Clyde is the big Bull-Hen

She ain’t black like the sasser, but she’s black within

She leads the prisoners out to the yard as if it is a gift

There they played mumbley-peg for black licorice whips

Bonnie takes her winnings, wraps 'em under her chin

To remind her of that too-big bonnet

That she wore when she came inside

From the outside

Well, Judge Ben Lindsay came to her cell

Said, «You done inside.

Tomorrow, sweet Bonnie, you’ll be outside.»

Then the judge spied licorice whips in Bonnie’s hand

He moved in with a man’s way of fighting he touched her soft on her chin

Said, «You won’t need these on the outside.

A gift to the other girls,

tell 'em it’s your way of saying goodbye.»

Judge Ben Lindsay stepped outside of Bonnie’s cell

Closed the bars behind, and set the black whips down

Just out of reach

Of Bonnie inside

Well, Bonnie took her blanket

Wrapped it 'round her chin

She started shaking, but not like when she shook the Hen

She shook with cries

'Cause she’s just a little girl inside

Sweet Bonnie Clyde

Sweet Bonnie Clyde

Sweet Bonnie Clyde

Sweet Bonnie Clyde

Next morning came, Bonnie found herself out the women’s prison

First thing Bonnie did was go down to Lieberman’s

She was too early, she fogged up the glass

As she stared in from outside

She moved in on the locked candy case when Lieberman finally arrived

She stared at the black licorice whips that were sealed inside

And she rubbed her hand

On the outside

And Bonnie wondered what her name was going to be

On the outside

'Cause she’s got a man’s fight

Inside

And now she is cured

On the outside

And on the outside she can’t go by Bonnie Clyde

Sweet Bonnie Clyde

Sweet Bonnie Clyde

Sweet Bonnie Clyde

Sweet Bonnie Clyde

Sweet Bonnie Clyde

Sweet Bonnie Clyde

Sweet Bonnie Clyde

Sweet Bonnie Clyde