There was no fear in these people…these two…they drove all ’round the country lookin’ for trouble to get into…holdin’ up gas stations…liquor stores…all night diners in small towns out on the interstate…said they had a gun…never showed it…

He was a big man…she was a little bitty thing…but…she had a big mouth and she knew how to get folks to do what she wanted…like hand over cash…also knew how to make the big man’s heart pitter patter…tick on at great speed…the heavy-weight was crazy ’bout her…,She makes me do things I wouldn’t normaly do…, he said…, Just somethin’ ’bout her makes me forget that we’re committin’ crimes…She just makes bein’ bad so easy…

And the little blonde with the blue eyes was always one step in front of the rest…she’d conned men her whole life with fits and flirtations…decided a long time ago she was gonna do things her way…make a livin’ outta bein’ an outlaw…the big man always followed her lead…so did every other man…

There were men before…all of ’em took the fall for her…said she’d never stepped a foot in the process…said robbin’ was their idea…she’d convinced ’em of this…had these men commit the crimes…they were the bulk…she was the brains…

Big man always wondered when they were gonna get caught…her…it never entered her mind…she thought this scorin’ would go on forever…and it almost did…

They’d blazed a trail throughout the South…Tennessee…Mississippi…Arkansas…then they made the mistake of messin’ with Texas…didn’t take much…the Rangers were ready for ’em…buisnesses put on notice…all points bulletins sayin be on the look out for a skinny blonde with a tattoo mark of a heart with the name Bobby traced in red on her left arm…Bobby was her only child…gave him up the day he was born…some preacher man and his wife took him…he was better off…

So…they stepped into the wrong gas staion one night in Texarkana…early mornin’ hours with the winds kickin’ up the smell of alfalfa ‘cross the highways…orange glowin’ cigarette butts bouncin’ down the roads…comin’ in like they always did…big man did all the talkin’ this time while Bobby’s momma stood look-out…man ‘hind the counter called him on his bluff…asked to see his gun…big man laughed…the attendent put a stop to the laughin’…shot him three times with a pistol kept under the register…you never seen so much blood…

Blondey didn’t know what to do…her streak was over…stood there with a gun pointed at her as cop cars rolled up with their sirens on and lights flashin’…

It was the end of the road…