When your living in a dry county so dry
You can't hate no more
Leave your dogs tied up by the door
You'd be a fool to expect much more
And there's a place to leave your stories at the lounge
I tip a hard county line
Wrap them in burlap and tie them with twine
Someday your Boston tale will be mine
In this barren place where I once found you
And oh the funny shapes they are boiling us down to
And when I sing to you I still might just astound you
Hummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darling
Hummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darling
Hummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darling
Hey
When your living in a dry county, so dry
The dark prince has left for good
Build your house out of unfinished wood
And hide that hat with the pointy hood
And when you lose your mind you smile more than you do on your happiest days
And If I can't understand what you say
What makes you think God would when you pray
This way of life is immune to any theory
Don't the weight of it just leave you so weary
And when I sing to you now don't it make you teary
Hummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darling
Hummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darling
Hummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darling