Dry Town

Well, the road was hot and flat as a ruler Good hundred miles between me and Missoula That vinyl top wasn't gettin' no cooler So I stopped at a quickie sack Well, I figured I'd need about a sixth of Miller And one of those things, so I wouldn't spill 'er 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 turn right around, no hesitation Cursed the laws for 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 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 friends you can get a dose of Something strong from your local grocer So I walked down till I got a little closer To a place called Happy John's He said, I keep something here for colds and fevers Down underneath's where I usually leave her But just last night I felt a cold comin' 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'd need a sip or two To wash me down Outta this dry town