Dry Town

Written by Gillian Welch and David Rawlings (BMI)

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 six 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 Barb, but she's gone fishin'
On her day off, she 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 underneath’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 need a sip or two
To wash me down
Outta this dry town