Dry county

I watched until you reached the edge of town
A broken heart is all I have left
Maybe this hard luck will make me glory bound
And this dry thirst will save me from myself

Then a cold wind claims the quiet night
And the sound of your voice haunts me
I’ll feel the heat when the white lightning strikes
With a reckoning that brings me to my knees

Tonight I’ll get drunk in a dry county
I’ll be howling at the moon and speaking in tongues
I’ll draw the venom and sip the strychnine
Any deadly thing to tame my misfortune

I’ve been baptized in the slick of back waters
And forged in the flames of strange fires
I’ll keep dancing even when the music falters
And pray to god my legs with never tire

Tonight I’ll get drunk in a dry county
I’ll be howling at the moon and speaking in tongues
I’ll draw the venom and sip the strychnine
Any deadly thing to tame my misfortune

When the moonshine’s just right
I see visions of you
When the moonshine’s just right
I can almost taste you

Tonight I’ll get drunk in a dry county
I’ll be howling at the moon and speaking in tongues
I’ll draw the venom and sip the strychnine
Any deadly thing to tame my misfortune

Written by Kristin L. Davidson (BMI)
Kristin Davidson: vocals, guitar
Carolyn Phillips: vocals
Lloyd Maines: guitar, dobro, bass
Pat Manske: percussion
Terri Hendrix: harmonica