Dry County

It's one of those lazy days
I've got nothing to do (yeah)
Let the wind blow around my head
Let a cloud be my bed

When the blues whomp you up
By the side of the head
Throw 'em to the floor
And kick 'em out the door

When the blues kick you in the head
And you roll out of bed in the morning
Just sit on the porch and swing
Sit on the porch and swing

The heat of the day's got me in a haze
The heat of the day's got me in a haze
Those lazy days of summer are here

When the blues whomp you up
On the side of the head
Throw 'em to the floor
And kick 'em out the door

When the blues kick you in the head
And you roll out of bed in the morning
Just sit on the porch and swing
Sit on the porch and swing

It's so hot
It's so hot
It's so hot
It's so hot
It's so hot

Here come the girls
Here come the girls
Here come the girls
Here come the girls
Here come the girls
Here come the girls

Just let the breezes flow
Through your mind, I feel so fine

When the blues whomp you up
On the side of the head
Throw 'em to the floor
And kick 'em out the door

When the blues kick you in the head
And you roll out of bed in the morning
Just sit on the porch and swing
Sit on the porch and swing

Here come the girls
(Up the road)
What they wannna do? They can't do
'Cause it's a

Dry county
Dry (kicking stones and laughing low)
County (nowhere to go)
(It's a) Dry (dry) county
(Such a) Dry (dry) county

Dry (it's the devils blowing in your hair)
County (but what do you care, when there's nowhere to go)
Dry (dry) county

(It's a) Dry (dry) county
Dry (kicking stones and laughing low)
County (nowhere to go)



Credits
Writer(s): Julian Strickland, Catherine Pierson, Frederick Schneider, Cynthia Wilson
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