One traffic light in front of the high school Kids in the parking lot fixin' to lie to An old worn-out deputy who don't even carry a gun There's a car full of Pill billies 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 Dry County Blues Not a beer joint in sight Half the county's laid off Laid up a-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 whores While their sons are out drinking and driving and tryin' to get laid Dry County Blues Not a beer joint in sight Half the county's laid off Laid up a-gettin' high Dry County Blues Not a beer joint in sight Half the county's laid off Laid up a-gettin' high Nowhere to go, not a damn thing to do So you turn a blind eye and barely get by Dry County Blues