Lyrics Dry Town - Gillian Welch

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 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 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 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 some for colds and fevers
Down under here’s where I usually leave her
But just last night I felt a cold comin' on»
Now…
It’s 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