Matt Moran - Dry County

We were smoking our last cigarette
On the night before you left
And I didn't have a clue
We were talking 'bout getting out
Heading down somewhere south
Houston or maybe Baton Rouge
You said you were tired of being a waitress
At the Cafe Blue Moon

Where it's fifty miles from the nearest bar or
Sixty to the liquor store
With no way to get out of this town
We'd end up on some lost highway or
Busted flat on the interstate
Trying to thumb some old diesel down
You said some days you get tired of being a townie
Living in this dry county

Well it's Friday night and there's nothing to do but
Sit around and think about you
Wonder if you made it to the coast
Did you meet somebody new?
Did you ever get that tattoo?
I don't know cause you ain't called or wrote
Your daddy said you got above your raising
Think he's just jealous of you

Cause it's fifty miles from the nearest bar or
Sixty to the liquor store
With no way to get out of this town
We'd end up on some lost highway or
Busted flat on the interstate
Trying to thumb some old diesel down
Some days I get tired of being a townie
Living in this dry county

Written by:
Matthew Moran

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