Dry County Drive Songtext

von Mike Ryan

Com on if you wanna ride i'm making that long dry county drive
Round here we don't know
If you wanna drink than you gotta go
At cereals moon shine steal
Or forty miles down that shepherds village
Looks like we're running out
It's about that time
If I leave right now I'll be back by the night
So come on if you wanna ride I'm making the long dry county drive.
Half of towns waiting around
For f to fifty whit the hammer down
Sun down on Saturday night
I sat down on seventy-five and making that dry county drive (drive)
Tank her gas, roll cash, rolls sitting on the dash
Three kinds of bermans and five kinds of beers
Fire bowel and an ever clear (clear)
Everything we need to have a damn good time
Is wating just across that county line
So come on if you wanna ride
I'm making the long dry county drive
Half of town waiting around for f to the fifty with the hammer down
Sun down on Saturday night
I sat down on seventy-five and making that dry county drive
Everything we need to have a damn good time
Is waiting across that county line
So come on if you wanna ride
I'm making that long dry county drive
Half of towns waiting around
For f to the fifty with the hammer down
Sun down on Saturday night
Sat down on seventy-five making that dry county drive
Round here we don't know you gotta go (go) dry county drive