Dry County

It's one of those lazy days I've got nothing to do (yeah) Let the wind blow around my head Let a cloud be my bed When the blues whomp you up By the side of the head Throw 'em to the floor And kick 'em out the door When the blues kick you in the head And you roll out of bed in the morning Just sit on the porch and swing Sit on the porch and swing The heat of the day's got me in a haze The heat of the day's got me in a haze Those lazy days of summer are here When the blues whomp you up On the side of the head Throw 'em to the floor And kick 'em out the door When the blues kick you in the head And you roll out of bed in the morning Just sit on the porch and swing Sit on the porch and swing It's so hot It's so hot It's so hot It's so hot It's so hot Here come the girls Here come the girls Here come the girls Here come the girls Here come the girls Here come the girls Just let the breezes flow Through your mind, I feel so fine When the blues whomp you up On the side of the head Throw 'em to the floor And kick 'em out the door When the blues kick you in the head And you roll out of bed in the morning Just sit on the porch and swing Sit on the porch and swing Here come the girls (Up the road) What they wannna do? They can't do 'Cause it's a Dry county Dry (kicking stones and laughing low) County (nowhere to go) (It's a) Dry (dry) county (Such a) Dry (dry) county Dry (it's the devils blowing in your hair) County (but what do you care, when there's nowhere to go) Dry (dry) county (It's a) Dry (dry) county Dry (kicking stones and laughing low) County (nowhere to go)