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Dry Country

 

Dry Country

(альбом: Marauder - 1981)


Ah, sitting in the back seat of a low
Ride automobile
We're cruising on the outskirts
Looking 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
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 running
Ah, there ain't no Busch nowhere
For things that you cannot find
Across a Dry County line

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