Dry Town (Demo) - Gillian Welch

Well the road was hot and flat as a ruler

Good hundred miles 'tween me and Mazola

That violet top wasn't gettin' no cooler

So I stopped at a quickie sack

Well I figured I'd need about a sixth 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 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'

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 friend you can get a dose of

Something strong from your local grocer

So I walked down till 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 usual leave her

Just last night I felt a cold comin' 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