"Dry Town" lyrics - MIRANDA LAMBERT

"Dry Town"
(David Rawlings / Gillian Welch)

Well the road was hot and flat as a ruler
Good hundred miles between me and Missoula
That vinyl top wasn't getting' no cooler
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 her
I asked the girl if the beer was in the back
She said

[Chorus 1:]
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 running' 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 fishing'
His day off, he gets a long way from here

[Chorus 2:]
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 Johns

He said I keep something here for colds and fevers
Down underneath where I usually leave her
Just last night I felt a cold coming on

[Chorus 1]