Miranda Lambert

Well the road was hot and flat as a ruler
Good hundred miles between me and Medulla
That violet top wasn't gettin' no cooler
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 'er
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 law for ruinin' the nation
Waved goodbye to the boy at the station
But she wouldn't go in gear
He said it sounds like your transmission
You need Bob, but he's gone fishin'
His day off, he gets a long way from here