Dry County lyrics

Ah, sitting in the back seat of a low
Ride automobile
We`re cruisin` on the outskirts
Lookin` for a two-legged deal

We got a Dry County, can`t find no spirits here
Dry County, run for your life out of fear
For things that you cannot find
Across a Dry County line

If the signs say liquor in the front baby
And poker in the rear
All you find is trouble
It`s best that you get out of here

-Chorus:
You got a Dry County, can`t find no vices here
No, no, no, no, no
Dry County, run for your life out of fear
Run for your life out of fear
Can`t find no spirits nowhere
For things that you cannot find across
A Dry County line

Ah, L.A. to London, Buzzard Country, New Mexico
Detroit, Atlanta,
There ain`t no place that`s too far to go To get away from this
Dry County, can`t find no vices here
Dry County, run for your life out of here
Ah, run baby, keep on runnin`
Ah, there ain`t no Busch nowhere
For things that you cannot find
Across a Dry County line
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