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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
I figured I'd need about a six of miller
And one of them things so I wouldn't spill her
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 out of this dry town"
So I turned right around no hesitation
Cursed the laws 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 fishing
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 out of this dry town
Well back home friends you can get a dose of
Something strong from your local grocer
So I walked down 'til I came a little closer
To a place called Happy John's
He said "I keep some here for colds and fevers
Down underneath's where I usually leave her
But just last night I felt a cold a 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 out of this dry town
I need a sip or two
To wash me down out of this dry town
Miranda Lambert:
30 Seconds To Mars:
