Length: 3:10

Aah ha-ah haah, aah ha-ah haah
Aah ha-ah haah, aah ha-ah haah

When you’re 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 if a place to leave your stories of the (???) hard county line
Wrap ’em in burlap and tie ’em with twine
Some day your Bostonwood(?) tale will be mine

In this barren place where I once found you
And all the funny shapes they’re boiling us down to
And when I sing to you I still might just astound you

Hummin’ and hummin’, you better come Dixie Darling
Hummin’ and hummin’, you better come Dixie Darling
Hummin’ and hummin’, you better call.

Hey! Aah ha-ah haah, aah ha-ah haah
Aah ha-ah haah, aah ha-ah haah

When you’re 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 day
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 come Dixie Darling
Hummin’ and hummin’, you better come Dixie Darling
Hummin’ and hummin’, you better call

Hah ha-ah haah, hah ha-ah haah
Hah ha-ah haah, hah ha-ah haah