Dry County — текст песни (Blackfoot)

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