Dry Town

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
 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
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 So I turn right around, no hesitation
 Cursed the laws for ruinin' the nation
 Waved goodbye to the boy at the station
 But she wouldn't go in the 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 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
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 Well, back home friends you can get a dose of
 Something strong from your local grocer
 So I walked down till I got a little closer
 To a place called Happy John's
 He said, I keep something here for colds and fevers
 Down underneath's where I usually leave her
 But 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'd need a sip or two
 To wash me down
 Outta this dry town