Mark D. Sanders - Dry County Blues lyrics

[Verse 1] One traffic light in front of the high school Kids in the parking lot fixing to lie to An old worn-out deputy, don't even carry a gun [Verse 2] There's a car full of pillbillies looking to score From one of them trailer court front porch drug stores And a tired coal miner on a long West Virginia beer run [Chorus] Dry county blues Not a beer joint in sight Half the county's laid off Laid up or getting high [Verse 3] At the head of the holler, there's a makeshift casino With a rusty pool table and blackjack and Bingo Ain't nothing illegal as long as the Sheriff gets paid [Verse 4] There's good Christian women locking their front doors Praying their daughters don't turn into meth who*es While their sons are out drinking and driving and trying to get laid [Chorus] Dry county blues Not a beer joint in sight Half the county's laid off Laid up or getting high [Chorus] Dry county blues Not a beer joint in sight Half the county's laid off Laid up or getting high [Tag] Nowhere to go, not a damn thing to do So you turn a blind eye and barely get by Dry county blues