作曲 : Angaleena Presley /Mark D. Sanders
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

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

Dry county blues

Not a beer joint in sight

Half the county's laid off

Laid up or gettin' high

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

There's good Christian women

Locking their front doors
Praying their daughters
Don't turn into meth whores
While their sons are out drinkin'

And drivin' and trying to get laid

Dry county blues

Not a beer joint in sight

Half the county's laid off

Laid up or gettin' high

Dry county blues

Not a beer joint in sight

Half the county's laid off

Laid up or gettin' high
Nowhere to go  not a damn thing to do

So you turn a blind eye  and barely get by
Dry county blues