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Well the road was hot and flat as a ruler

 Good hundred miles between me and Missoula

 That vinyl top wasn't gettin' no cooler

 So I stopped at a quickie sack

Well, I figured I'd need about a sixth of Miller

 And one of those things so I wouldn't spill her

 I asked the girl if the beer was in the back

She said

It's a dry town

 No beer no liquor for miles around

 I'd give a nickel for a sip or two

To wash me down

Outta this dry town

So I turn right around, no hesitation

 Cursed the laws ruinin' the nation

Waved goodbye to the boy at the station

 But she wouldn't go into gear

He said it sounds like your transmission

 You need to Bob, but he's gone fishin'

 His day off, he gets a long way from here

Cause

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Well back home friends you can get a dose of

Something strong from your local grocer

So I walked down till I got a little closer

To a place called Happy Johns

He said "I keep something here for colds and fevers

Down underneath's where I usually leave her

But just last night I felt a cold a comin' on"

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