Dry County — B-52 s The

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

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

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

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Here come the girls up the road What they want to do they can't do Cause it's a... Dry County

KicKing stones and laughing low Nowhere to go. It's a dry, dry, such a dry, dry, Dust devils blowing in your hair but what do you care When there's nowhere to go It's a dry, dry, county