Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dry County Blues , by - Angaleena Presley. Song from the album American Middle Class, in the genre КантриRelease date: 13.10.2014
Record label: Slate Creek
Song language: English
Dry County Blues |
| One traffic light in front of the high school |
| Kids in the parking lot fixing to lie to |
| An old worn-out deputy, don’t even carry a gun |
| There’s a car full of pillbillies looking to score |
| From one of them trailer court front porch drug stores |
| And a tired coal miner on a long West Virginia beer run |
| Dry county blues |
| Not a beer joint in sight |
| Half the county’s laid off |
| Laid up or getting high |
| At the head of the holler, there’s a makeshift casino |
| With a rusty pool table and blackjack and Bingo |
| Ain’t nothing illegal as long as the Sheriff gets paid |
| There’s good Christian women locking their front doors |
| Praying their daughters don’t turn into meth whores |
| While their sons are out drinking and driving and trying to get laid |
| Dry county blues |
| Not a beer joint in sight |
| Half the county’s laid off |
| Laid up or getting high |
| Dry county blues |
| Not a beer joint in sight |
| Half the county’s laid off |
| Laid up or getting high |
| Nowhere to go, not a damn thing to do |
| So you turn a blind eye and barely get by |
| Dry county blues |