| 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 |
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)