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
I stopped at a quickie sack
Well, I figured I'd need about a sixth 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
Outta this dry town"

So I turn right around, no hesitation
Cursed the law for ruinin' 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 fishin'
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
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 came a little closer
To a place called Happy John's
He said, "I keep something here for colds and fevers
Down underneath where I usually leave her
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
Outta this dry town
I need a sip or two
To wash me down
Outta this dry town