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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

Enough of place to live your stories of (?),
I tip a hard county line,
Wrap them in burlap and tie them with twine,
Some day your Boston tale will be mine

In this barren place where I once found you,
And all the funny shapes, that boiling astounds you,
And when I sing to you, I still might just astound you

Oh, hummin' and hummin’, you better call Dixie Darling
Hummin' and hummin’, you better call Dixie Darling
Hummin' and hummin’, you better call
Hey!

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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 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 leave you so weary,
And when I sing to you now, don't it make you teary?

Oh, hummin' and hummin’, you better call Dixie Darling
Hummin' and hummin’, you better call Dixie Darling
Hummin' and hummin’, you better call

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