Текст песни Blackfoot - Dry County
Blackfoot - Dry County слова песни
Ah, sitting in the back seat of a lowRide automobileWe`re cruisin` on the outskirtsLookin` for a two-legged deal We got a Dry County, can`t find no spirits hereDry County, run for your life out of fearFor things that you cannot findAcross a Dry County line If the signs say liquor in the front babyAnd poker in the rearAll you find is troubleIt`s best that you get out of here -Chorus:You got a Dry County, can`t find no vices hereNo, no, no, no, noDry County, run for your life out of fearRun for your life out of fearCan`t find no spirits nowhereFor things that you cannot find acrossA Dry County line Ah, L.A. to London, Buzzard Country, New MexicoDetroit, Atlanta,There ain`t no place that`s too far to go To get away from thisDry County, can`t find no vices hereDry County, run for your life out of hereAh, run baby, keep on runnin`Ah, there ain`t no Busch nowhereFor things that you cannot findAcross a Dry County line