When Willie met Ronnie he was runnin' up a track

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