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MIRANDA LAMBERT >> Merchandise Links
MIRANDA LAMBERT
Well the road was hot and flat as a ruler Good hundred miles between me and Medulla That violet top wasn't gettin' no cooler I stopped at a quickie sack Well I figured I'd need about a sixth of Miller And one of those things so I wouldn't spill 'er I asked the girl if the beer was in the back She said It's a dry town No beer, no liquor for miles around I'd give a nickel for a sip or two To wash me down Outta this dry town So I turn right around, no hesitation Cursed the law for ruinin' the nation Waved goodbye to the boy at the station But she wouldn't go in gear He said it sounds like your transmission You need Bob, but he's gone fishin' His day off, he gets a long way from here Cause It's a dry town No beer, no liquor for miles around I'd give a nickel for a sip or two To wash me down Outta this dry town Well if I call a friend you can get a dose of Something strong from your local grocer So I walked down til I got a little closer To a place called Happy Jars He said I keep something here for colds and fevers Down underneath where I usual leave her Just last night I felt a cold comin on It's a dry town No beer, no liquor for miles around I'd give a nickel for a sip or two To wash me down Outta this dry town
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