Well, the road was hot and flat as a ruler
Good hundred miles between me and Missoula
That vinyl top wasn't getting no cooler
So I stopped at a quickie sack
I figured I'd need about a six of miller
And one of them things so I wouldn't spill her
And 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 hesitation
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 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 your local grocer
So I walked down 'til I came a little closer
To a place called Happy John's
He said: "I keep some here for colds and fevers
Down underneath's where I usually leave her
But just last night I felt a cold a 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

I need a sip or two
To wash me down out of this dry town