Dry County - Live Version

Lyrics for Dry County - Live Version

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