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When your living in a dry county so dryYou can't hate no moreLeave your dogs tied up by the door You'd be a fool to expect much moreAnd there's a place to leave your stories at the loungeI tip a hard county lineWrap them in burlap and tie them with twineSomeday your Boston tale will be mineIn this barren place where I once found youAnd oh the funny shapes they are boiling us down toAnd when I sing to you I still might just astound youHummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darlingHummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darlingHummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darlingHeyWhen your living in a dry county, so dryThe dark prince has left for goodBuild your house out of unfinished woodAnd hide that hat with the pointy hoodAnd when you lose your mind you smile more than you do on your happiest daysAnd If I can't understand what you say Letras de cancionesWhat makes you think God would when you prayThis way of life is immune to any theoryDon't the weight of it just leave you so wearyAnd when I sing to you now don't it make you tearyHummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darlingHummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darlingHummin' and hummin, you better call Dixie darling From Letras Mania