Well the road was hot and flat as a ruler
Good hundred miles between me and Missoula
That vinyl top wasn´t gettin´ no cooler
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
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 in 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 friends you can get a dose of
Something strong from your local grocer
So I walked down ´til I got a little closer
To a place called Happy Johns

He said I keep something here for colds and fevers
Down underneath where I usual leave her
Just last night I felt a cold coming on

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