Drummer’s in Jail

Come morning, we rode on down to Hot Sulphur,
The guard said $507 and a dime.
But when the bottom of my wallet looked right back up at me,
That’s when I knew that I had lost my time.
Well they say that time is money,
I costs money to buy time.
I guess they must have meant that just for me.
Cause my rhythm’s all locked up.
Yeah my dancing feet are stuck
And I can’t raise a dime to keep the beat.

Cause my drummer’s in jail,
Yeah my drummer’s in jail,
My drummer’s in jail, and I can’t pay the bail

I can’t feed the jukebox, got no quarters, got no bills
All I got’s a tune here in my head
Got some words written down, but that rhythm ain’t around
I’m out of time, so this one’s good as dead.

Cause my drummer’s in jail,
Yeah my drummer’s in jail,
My drummer’s in jail, and I can’t pay the bail

Snap my fingers, stomp my feet, clap my hands until they bleed,
But I can’t make that rhythm fall in line.
Well my heart’s got no ticker, so bring on that beer and liquor
Lost the beat, I might as well lose my mind.

Cause my drummer’s in jail,
Yeah my drummer’s in jail,
My drummer’s in jail, and I can’t pay the bail