Well, the road was hot and flat as a ruler
Good hundred miles 'tween me and Mazula
That violet 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 law for ruinin' the nation
Waved goodbye to the boy at the station
But she wouldn't go into 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, back home friend, you can get a dose of
Something strong from your local grocer
So I walked down till I came a little closer
To a place called Happy John's

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."

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 need a sip or two
To wash me down
Outta this dry town

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): DAVID TODD RAWLINGS, GILLIAN HOWARD WELCH