Written by Marcus Hummon, Chuck Jones



A tall drink of water in a cotton dress

That preacher's daughter, she sure is blessed

As sunlight passes through the fabric so soft

You can imagine what goes through my thoughts

She says there'll be time for all of that

When my dress is white and your suit is black



Chorus

There's so many fish in the sea

And I know it's a great big world

But I couldn't help but fall in love so hard

For my dry county girl

For my dry county girl, yeah



It's widely known that I have my flaws

While she's the Joan of Arkansas

Her lips won't touch the demon wine

But her eyes are full of pure moonshine

And I get drunk just holding her hand

I get high thinking I could be her man



(Repeat Chorus)



For my dry county girl

Lord, I fell so hard

For my dry county girl

For my dry county girl, yeah

Yeah, talking about my



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