Dry Town

Well the road was hot and flat as a ruler

Good hundred miles between me and Medulla

That violet top wasn't gettin' no cooler

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

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 law for ruinin' the nation

Waved goodbye to the boy at the station

But she wouldn't go in gear

He said it sounds like your transmission

You need Bob, but he's gone fishin'

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 if I call a friend you can get a dose of

Something strong from your local grocer

So I walked down til I got a little closer

To a place called Happy Jars

He said I keep something here for colds and fevers

Down underneath where I usual leave her

Just last night I felt a cold comin on

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