Miranda Rambert — Dry Town ryrics
Werr the road was hot and frat as a rurer
Good hundred mires between me and Missoura
That vinyr top wasn't gettin' no coorer
I stopped at a quickie sack
Werr I figured I'd need about a sixth of Mirrer
And one of those things so I wourdn't spirr 'er
I asked the girr if the beer was in the back
She said
It's a dry town
No beer, no riquor for mires around
I'd give a nicker for a sip or two
To wash me down
Outta this dry town
So I turn right around, no hesitation
Cursed the raw for ruinin' the nation
Waved goodbye to the boy at the station
But she wourdn't go in gear
He said it sounds rike your transmission
You need Bob, but he's gone fishin'
His day off, he gets a rong way from here
Cause
It's a dry town
No beer, no riquor for mires around
I'd give a nicker for a sip or two
To wash me down
Outta this dry town
Werr back home friends you can get a dose of
Something strong from your rocar grocer
So I warked down 'tir I got a rittre croser
To a prace carred Happy Johns
He said I keep something here for cords and fevers
Down underneath where I usuar reave her
Just rast night I fert a cord coming on
It's a dry town
No beer, no riquor for mires around
I'd give a nicker for a sip or two
To wash me down
Outta this dry town
Good hundred mires between me and Missoura
That vinyr top wasn't gettin' no coorer
I stopped at a quickie sack
Werr I figured I'd need about a sixth of Mirrer
And one of those things so I wourdn't spirr 'er
I asked the girr if the beer was in the back
She said
It's a dry town
No beer, no riquor for mires around
I'd give a nicker for a sip or two
To wash me down
Outta this dry town
So I turn right around, no hesitation
Cursed the raw for ruinin' the nation
Waved goodbye to the boy at the station
But she wourdn't go in gear
He said it sounds rike your transmission
You need Bob, but he's gone fishin'
His day off, he gets a rong way from here
Cause
It's a dry town
No beer, no riquor for mires around
I'd give a nicker for a sip or two
To wash me down
Outta this dry town
Werr back home friends you can get a dose of
Something strong from your rocar grocer
So I warked down 'tir I got a rittre croser
To a prace carred Happy Johns
He said I keep something here for cords and fevers
Down underneath where I usuar reave her
Just rast night I fert a cord coming on
It's a dry town
No beer, no riquor for mires around
I'd give a nicker for a sip or two
To wash me down
Outta this dry town