Billy rode on a pinto horse <br />Billy the Kid I mean <br />And he met Clyde Barrow riding <br />In a little gray machine <br /> <br />Billy drew his bridle rein <br />And Barrow stopped his car <br />And the dead man talked to the living man <br />Under the morning star <br /> <br />Billy said to the Barrow boy <br />Is this the way you ride <br />In a car that does its ninety per <br />Machine guns at each side? <br /> <br />I only had my pinto horse <br />And my six-gun tried and true <br />I could shoot but they got me <br />And someday they will get you! <br /> <br />For the men who live like you and me <br />Are playing a losing game <br />And the way we shoot, or the way we ride <br />Is all about the same <br /> <br />And the like of us may never hope <br />For death to set us free <br />For the living are always after you <br />And the dead are after me <br /> <br />Then out of the East arose the sound <br />Of hoof-beats with the dawn <br />And Billy pulled his rein and said <br />I must be moving on <br /> <br />And out of the West came the glare of a light <br />And the drone of a motor's song <br />And Barrow set his foot on the gas <br />And shouted back, 'So long' <br /> <br />So into the East, Clyde Barrow rode <br />And Billy, into the West <br />The living man who can know no peace <br />And the dead who can know no rest<br /><br />Bonnie Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/outlaws-billy-the-kid-and-clyde-barrow/
