intro: verse 1: I may be blind, but I can see Yea I may be blind but I can see Youre a pistol packin' mama out to shoot me You might get me whilst I sleep but will never get my money that I dug down deep [Chorus] Pistol-packin’ mama, you’re my Bonnie, I’m your Clyde They say we burned bright till the very last goodbye Pistol-packin’ mama, they claim you took eleven lives But Frank Hamer’s bullet stopped our run, stopped our wild, wild ride [Verse 2] They say my eyes don't catch the light But I see every trick you hide Pistol warm against your hip You’re gunning for my last breath, my last ride [Chorus] Pistol-packin’ mama, you’re my Bonnie, I’m your Clyde They say we burned bright till the very last goodbye Pistol-packin’ mama, they claim you took eleven lives But Frank Hamer’s bullet stopped our run, stopped our wild, wild ride solo: [Bridge] We chased the sun down dusty roads Left a trail of smoke and stolen gold You held my hand through every heist Now the law’s got us in its crosshairs, no place to hide [Chorus] Pistol-packin’ mama, you’re my Bonnie, I’m your Clyde They say we burned bright till the very last goodbye Pistol-packin’ mama, they claim you took eleven lives But Frank Hamer’s bullet stopped our run, stopped our wild, wild ride [Outro] (Instrumental Solo)