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• Artiste: Dick Valentine
• Titre: Dry County
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When your living in a dry county so dry You can't hate no more Leave your dogs tied up by the door You'd be a fool to expect much more And there's a place to leave your stories at the lounge I tip a hard county line Wrap them in burlap and tie them with twine Someday your Boston tale will be mine In this barren place where I once found you And oh the funny shapes they are boiling us down to And when I sing to you I still might just astound you Hummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darling Hummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darling Hummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darling Hey When your living in a dry county, so dry The dark prince has left for good Build your house out of unfinished wood And hide that hat with the pointy hood And when you lose your mind you smile more than you do on your happiest days And If I can't understand what you say What makes you think God would when you pray This way of life is immune to any theory Don't the weight of it just leave you so weary And when I sing to you now don't it make you teary Hummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darling Hummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darling Hummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darling