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 æ†‚?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 falling. Out the back of everything. Hey little buddy think it's time to run and duck. The robber and the roadie could be runnin' out of luck. Willie and Ronnie had to skip it out of town. They were sittin' by the highway like Jackson Browne. They were stickin' out their thumbs. In the middle of the night. When they saw the car comin' with the spinnin' red light. Wide eyed tongue tied feelin' pretty stranded. No use in runnin' they were caught red handed. Pull 'em in lock 'em up put 'em in a row. The robber and the roadie got nowhere to go. Willie and Ronnie. The robber and the roadie. We got state police and the FBI. Willie and Ronnie. You get a big reward. If you can make these boy's mamas cry. The robber and the roadie. We got the national guard and the bear in the sky. Willie and Ronnie. You get a big reward if you can make these mothers cry.