Walkin' down the middle of my song
Put you in my hand
'Cause I'm trying to find my way back home
While I'm wand'ring through a wasteland
Party's all gone just to him and it's talk
But you know something we want some
And I sure would stumble through the darkness
I'm stepping to the morning sun
Baby, it's a dry, dry land
And you know I keep rollin' on
Yes, it's a dry, dry land
But I got to keep a-rolling on and on and on
Well, you can step on a plane to Kansas City
Or just a-ridin' on a flyin' greyhound
Lookin' for a place to hide myself
For I don't know what I found
Watchin' this in America
Politicians goin' right
If you wanna feel like a long movie reel
Oh, don't nobody need a broken ride
And it's a dry, dry land
And you know I keep rollin' on, on, on, yeah, now I go on
Yes, it's a dry, dry land
But I got to keep a-rolling on and on
Yeah, you can talk to a man about his Cadillac
Get permission to rob his keys
He don't care you know where I been
Even if it's between in the sheets
He's in the mood and he's been to sue
You know that's the spot
He's a regular man from the Midwest
And he can pick up why the bus won't stop
Oh, it's a dry, dry land
And you know I keep rollin' on
Yes, it's a dry, dry land
But I got to keep a-rolling on home
Yes, it's a dry, dry land
And I got to keep rolling on and on
Dry Land was written by Jay Pruitt.
Dry Land was produced by David Kershenbaum.