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 I stopped at a Quickie Sack Well I figured I'd need about a six 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 laws for ruinin' the nation Waved goodbye to the boy at the station But she wouldn't go in 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
Well back home friends you can get a dose of Something strong from your local grocer So I walked down til 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
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