Dry County Blues

one traffic light in front of the high school

kids in the parking lot fixing to lie to

an old worn-out deputy, don't even carry a gun

there's a car full of pillbillies looking to score

from one of them trailer court front porch drug stores

and a tired coal miner on a long West Virginia beer run

dry county blues, not a beer joint in sight

half the county's laid off, laid up or gettin' high

at the head of the holler there's a makeshift casino

with a rusty pool table and blackjack and bingo

ain't nothing illegal as long as the sheriff gets paid

there's good Christian women locking their front doors

praying their daughters don't turn into meth whores

while their sons are out drinkin' and drivin' and trying to get laid

dry county blues, not a beer joint in sight

half the county's laid off, laid up or gettin' high

nowhere to go, not a damn thing to do

so you turn a blind eye, and barely get by

dry county blues