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 wasn't gettin' no cooler
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I stopped at a quickie sack
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Well I figured I'd need about a sixth of Miller
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And one of those things so I wouldn't spill 'er
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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
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No beer, no liquor for miles around
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I'd give a nickel for a sip or two
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To wash me down
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Outta this dry town
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So I turn right around, no hesitation
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Cursed the law for ruinin' the nation
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Waved goodbye to the boy at the station
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But she wouldn't go in gear
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He said it sounds like your transmission
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You need Bob, but he's gone fishin'
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His day off, he gets a long way from here
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Cause
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It's a dry town
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No beer, no liquor for miles around
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I'd give a nickel for a sip or two
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To wash me down
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Outta this dry town
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Well back home friends you can get a dose of
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Something strong from your local grocer
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So I walked down 'til I got a little closer
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To a place called Happy Johns
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He said I keep something here for colds and fevers
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Down underneath where I usual leave her
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Just last night I felt a cold coming on
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It's a dry town
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No beer, no liquor for miles around
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I'd give a nickel for a sip or two
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To wash me down
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Outta this dry town
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Dry Town
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Miranda Lambert |