Dry Town

Well, the road was hot and flat as a ruler

A good hundred miles between me and Missoula

The vinyl top, it wouldn't get no cooler

So I stopped at a quickie sack

Well, I figure I need about a six of Miller

And one of those things so I wouldn't spill her

And 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

Outta this dry town

So I turned right around, no hesitation

Cursed the law for ruining the nation

Waved goodbye to the boy at the station

But she wouldn't go into gear

He said it sounds like your transmission

You need Barb, she's gone fishin'

Her day off she 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

Outta this dry town

Well, back home friend, you can get a dose of

Something strong from your local grocer

So I walked down 'til I came a little closer

To a place called Happy John's

He said I keep something here for colds and fevers

Down underneath where I usually leave her

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

Outta this dry town

I need a sip or two to wash me down

Outta this dry town