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 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 gettin' high 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 there's good Christian women locking their front doors praying their daughters don't turn into meth who*es while their sons are out drinkin' and drivin' and trying to get laid chorus nowhere to go, not a damn thing to do so you turn a blind eye, and barely get by dry county blues