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