Dry Town

To wash me down out of this dry town
Well, back home friends you can get a dose of
But she wouldn't go into gear
I'd give a nickel for a sip or two
And one of them things so I wouldn't spill her
No beer, no liquor for miles around
But just last night I felt a cold a comin' on"
Cursed the laws ruinin' the nation
So I stopped at a quickie sack
I need a sip or two
Something strong from your local grocer
And I figured I'd need about a six of miller
No beer, no liquor for miles around

You need Bob but he's gone fishing
She said, "It's a dry town
On his day off he gets a long way from here"
And I asked the girl if the beer was in the back

Waved goodbye to the boy at the station
So I walked down 'til I came a little closer
To wash me down out of this dry town"
He said, "It sounds like your transmission
I'd give a nickel for a sip or two

He said, "I keep some here for colds and fevers

I'd give a nickel for a sip or two
So I turned right around, no hesitation
That vinyl top wasn't gettin' no cooler
'Cause it's a dry town

Now it's a dry town
To a place called Happy John's
To wash me down out of this dry town
No beer, no liquor for miles around

And down underneath's where I usually leave her