Dry County Blues Lyrics - American Middle Class - Angaleena Presley

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 whores 

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