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Well, the road was hot and flat as a ruler
A good hundred miles between me and Missoula
The vinyl top, it wouldn't get no cooler
So I stopped at a quickie sack
Well, I figure I need about a six of Miller
And one of those 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
Outta this dry town
So I turned right around, no hesitation
Cursed the law for ruining 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 Barb, she's gone fishin'
Her day off she 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 friend, 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 something here for colds and fevers
Down underneath where I usually leave her
But just last night, I felt a cold coming 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 need a sip or two to wash me down
Outta this dry town
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