Dry Town

Well, the road was hot and flat as a ruler

Good hundred miles between me and Missoula

That vinyl top weren't gettin' no cooler

So I stopped at a Quickie Sack

Well, I figure I'd need about a six of Miller

And one of them things so's I wouldn't spill 'er

So I asked the girl if the beer was in the back

She said,

It's a dry town, no beer, no liquor

For miles around I'd give a nickel

For a sip or two to wash me down

Out of this dry town

So I turned right around, no hesitatin'

Cursed the laws ruining the nation

Waved goodbye to the boy at the station

But she wouldn't go into gear

He said it sounds like it's your transmission

You need Bob, but he's gone fishing

On his day off he gets a long way from here

'Cause it's a dry town no beer no liquor

For miles around I'd give a nickel

For a sip or two to wash me down

Out of this dry town

Well, back home friends you can get a dose of

Something strong from the local grocer

So I walked down 'til I come closer

To a place called Happy John's

He said I keep some for colds and fevers

Down underneath's where I usually leave 'er

But just last night I felt a cold coming on

Now it's a dry town no beer no liquor

For miles around I'd give a nickel

For a sip or two to wash me down

Out of this dry town

It's a dry town no beer no liquor

For miles around I'd give a nickel

For a sip or two to wash me down

Out of this dry town

I need a sip or two

To wash me down

Out of this dry town