Evelyn

Portrait of Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow (1933)

Evelyn, O Evelyn,

I see your face, I know your sin

Evelyn, O’ Evelyn,

What have you done, where have you been?

We’ve heard word from Sainte-Marie

You’ve kept busy their deputy

And all the folks of that most blessed town.

Smell the blood, taste the black

Smoke rising from the track

Of the train that you yourself derailed, my dear.

On the run, on the move,

What fine point have you to prove

When all the world knows your ashen name?

Evelyn, O Evelyn,

I see your face, I know your sin.

Evelyn, O’ Evelyn,

What have you done, where have you been?

That man you killed, he had a son.

His name is mine, I am the one

Who buried your misdeed in 6 feet of shame.

What I know now, what you knew then,

That bastard toad, he had a friend,

A pair hell-wed like dirt and death, I swear.

Name was Jim, but I call him Jon

‘Cause that blue eyed man had a pond

And in those waters little bodies swim

Evelyn, O Evelyn,

I see your face, I know your sin

Evelyn, O’ Evelyn,

What have you done, where have you been?

If this letter reaches you

Look for me under the Sixth Street yew.

That name of yours has one more soul to pawn,

It’s blue eyed Jon.

Old blue eyed Jon.

Old blue eyed Jon.