Dry County Blues
[Verse 1]
One traffic light in front of the high school
Kids in the parking lot fixing to lie to
An old worn-out deputy, don't even carry a gun

[Verse 2]
There's a car full of pillbillies looking to score
From one of them trailer court front porch drug stores
And a tired coal miner on a long West Virginia beer run

[Chorus]
Dry county blues
Not a beer joint in sight
Half the county's laid off
Laid up or getting high

[Verse 3]
At the head of the holler, there's a makeshift casino
With a rusty pool table and blackjack and Bingo
Ain't nothing illegal as long as the Sheriff gets paid
[Verse 4]
There's good Christian women locking their front doors
Praying their daughters don't turn into meth whores
While their sons are out drinking and driving and trying to get laid

[Chorus]
Dry county blues
Not a beer joint in sight
Half the county's laid off
Laid up or getting high

[Chorus]
Dry county blues
Not a beer joint in sight
Half the county's laid off
Laid up or getting high

[Tag]
Nowhere to go, not a damn thing to do
So you turn a blind eye and barely get by
Dry county blues