He was bent down, burned out, carryin' a sack
Come on boy, you got to stop and help me some
And keep this money hidden when the police come
Ronnie was shiverin' and makin' funny sounds
He was lookin' like a fox
That was runnin' from the hounds
Sure little buddy, I can lighten up your load
You half it up, I'll hit it up, I'll take it down the road
Never had a better combination been planned
'Cos Willie was a roadie with a rock 'n' roll band
They were heads back, celebratin', drinkin' moonshine
Heads down, here we go across another state line
Tanked up and bullet proof
They couldn't give a monkey's
Damn if he didn't hide the money in a drum case
Pack 'em up, hit em up, do another show
The robber and the roadie got a long way to go
Willie and Ronnie
Anytime they wanted they would pull another job
Anywhere they found a place
And it was fat enough to rob
If Ronnie saw the police he would make a little sign
Then Willie stuck the money in the band's back line
In the main racks, bass stacks
Anywhere he thought it could
Be hidden out of sight
Until the finished out in Hollywood
Split it down the middle
When they took it out the sound
The robber and the roadie got enough to go around
Willie and Ronnie
The robber and the roadie
Forty seven days and they had only one to go
When the telegram arived
To say the band wouldn't show
The crowd was getting' nasty and it turned into a rage
The bottles and the bodies started coverin' the stage
Then the cops came running in
And breaking up the riotin'
When they saw the money
