Dry Town - Gillian Welch

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