Dry Town (Demo)

Well, the road was hot and flat as a ruler

Good hundred miles 'tween me and Missoula

That vinyl top wasn't gettin' no cooler

So I stopped at a quickie sack

'Cause 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 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 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 fishin'

On his day off, he gets a long way from here"

'Cause...

"It's 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 'til I come closer

To a place called Happy John's

He said, "I keep some for colds and fevers

Down under here's where I usually leave her

But just last night I felt a cold comin' on"

"It's 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