| Well, the road was hot and flat as a ruler
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| Good hundred miles between me and Missoula
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| That vinyl top weren’t gettin' no cooler
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| So I stopped at a Quickie Sack
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| Well, I figure I’d need about a six of Miller
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| And one of them things so’s I wouldn’t spill 'er
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| So I asked the girl if the beer was in the back
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| She said
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| It’s a dry town, no beer, no liquor
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| For miles around I’d give a nickel
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| For a sip or two to wash me down
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| Out of this dry town
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| So I turned right around, no hesitatin'
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| Cursed the laws ruining the nation
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| Waved goodbye to the boy at the station
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| But she wouldn’t go into gear
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| He said it sounds like it’s your transmission
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| You need Bob, but he’s gone fishing
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| On his day off he gets a long way from here
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| 'Cause it’s a dry town no beer no liquor
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| For miles around I’d give a nickel
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| For a sip or two to wash me down
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| Out of this dry town
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| Well, back home friends you can get a dose of
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| Something strong from the local grocer
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| So I walked down 'til I come closer
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| To a place called Happy John’s
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| He said I keep some for colds and fevers
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| Down underneath’s where I usually leave 'er
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| But just last night I felt a cold coming on
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| Now it’s a dry town no beer no liquor
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| For miles around I’d give a nickel
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| For a sip or two to wash me down
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| Out of this dry town
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| It’s a dry town no beer no liquor
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| For miles around I’d give a nickel
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| For a sip or two to wash me down
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| Out of this dry town
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| I need a sip or two
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| To wash me down
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| Out of this dry town |