Lyrics
The roof is leaking rust
Disintegrates and dust
I shot a man on Sunday
Now I'm a fugitive on Monday
Yeah, oh, yeah
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, yeah
In the dry
Yeah, oh, yeah
In the dry
I rise to meet my rivals
They shoot me with their rifles
I'm lying by a pool
On a blanket, moist and cool
Yeah, oh, yeah
In the dry
Yeah, oh, yeah
In the dry
In the dry
