the roof is leaking rust
disintegrates and dust
i shot a man on Sunday
ow i'm a fugitive on Monday
yeah, oh we're
in the dry
the sheriff on my trail
to escort me to jail
with bloodhounds fat and unhealthy
i may be cornered but i'm wealthy
yeah, oh we're
in the dry
yeah, oh we're
in the dry
i rise to meet my rivals
they shoot me with their rifles
ow i'm lying by a pool
on a blanket, moist and cool
yeah, oh we're
in the dry
yeah, oh we're
in the dry
in the dry