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