Dry Town (Demo)

Well, the road was hot and flat as a ruler A good hundred miles 'tween me and Missoula That vinyl top weren't gettin' no cooler So I stopped at a Quickie Sack 'Cause I figure I'd need about a sixth of Miller And one of them things so I wouldn't spill 'er So I asked the girl if the beer was in the back She said, "It's 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 laws ruinin' the nation Waved goodbye to the boy at the station But she wouldn't go in the gear He said, "It sounds like your transmission You need Bob, but he's gone fishin' On his day off, he gets a long way from here" 'Cause it's 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, friends, you can get a dose of Something strong from your 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 under here's where I usually leave her But just last night, I felt a cold a-comin' on" Now it's 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