the roof is leaking rust
disintegrates and dust
I shot a man on Sunday
now 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
now 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