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Ah, sitting in the back seat of a low |
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Ride automobile |
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We're cruisin' on the outskirts |
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Lookin' for a two-legged deal |
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We got a Dry County, can't find no spirits here |
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Dry County, run for your life out of fear |
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For things that you cannot find |
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Across a Dry County line |
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If the signs say liquor in the front baby |
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And poker in the rear |
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All you find is trouble |
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It's best that you get out of here |
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-Chorus: |
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You got a Dry County, can't find no vices here |
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No, no, no, no, no |
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Dry County, run for your life out of fear |
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Run for your life out of fear |
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Can't find no spirits nowhere |
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For things that you cannot find across |
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A Dry County line |
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Ah, L.A. to London, Buzzard Country, New Mexico |
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Detroit, Atlanta, |
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There ain't no place that's too far to go To get away from this |
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Dry County, can't find no vices here |
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Dry County, run for your life out of here |
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Ah, run baby, keep on runnin' |
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Ah, there ain't no Busch nowhere |
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For things that you cannot find |
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Across a Dry County line |
