The Story Nobody Tells

Inspired by true events.

Ivy Methvin: 1942

People say hurtful things ‘bout me an’ my wife on account’a how I helped the law get Bonnie Parker an’ Clyde Barrow killed.

They say I was a Judas. A rat. Say I sold ‘em out for my own skin.

But I’m here to tell ya—what I done, I done to save my boy Henry.

Truth is, Bonnie an’ Clyde was already dead soon’s that bullet struck that prison guard, Joe Crowson, down at Eastham—the day they sprung my boy. They just hadn’t had the good grace to lay down yet. But sure as I breathe, that moment was the end of it, whether they knew it or not.

A man don’t get away with killin’ the law, not in Texas.

Now, I know folks won’t believe me. They got their own ideas ‘bout things. But I ain’t tellin’ this for them. I’m tellin’ it so when I’m gone, someone out there knows the real story.

Not the one the papers printed. Not the legend folk like to spin ‘bout ‘em.

Just what happened.