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Dry County

Dry County

 

Across the border they turn

 Water into wine

 Some say it's the devil's blood

 They're squeezing from the vine

 Some say it's a saviour

 In these hard and desperate times

 For me it helps me to forget

 That we're just born to die

 

 

 I came here like so many did

 To find the better life

 To find my piece of easy street

 To finally be alive

 And I know nothing good comes easy

 All good things take some time

 I made my bed I lie in it

 To die in it's the crime

 

 

 You can't help but prosper

 When the street are paved with gold

 They say the oil wells ran deeper here

 Than anybody's known

 I packed up on my wife and kid

 And left them back at home

 Now there's nothing in this pay dirt

 The ghost are all I know

 

 

 Now the oil's gone

 The money's gone

 And the jobs are gone

 Still we're hangin' on

 

 

 Down in dry county

 They're swimming in the sand

 Praying for some holy water

 To wash the sins from off our hands

 Here in dry county

 The promise has run dry

 Where nobody cries

 And no one's getting out of here alive

 

 

 In the blessed name of Jesus

 I heard a preacher say

 That we are God's children

 And that he'd be back someday

 And I hoped that he knew

 Something as he drank his cup of wine

 I didn't have too good of a feeling

 As I head out to the night

 

 

 I cursed the sky to open

 I begged the clouds for rain

 I prayed to God for water

 For this burning in my veins

 It was like my soul's on fire

 And I had to watch the flames

 All my dreams went up in ashes

 And my future blew away

 

 

 Now the oil's gone

 The money's gone

 And the jobs are gone

 Still we're hangin' on

 

 

 Down in dry county

 They're swimming in the sand

 Praying for some holy water

 To wash the sins from off our hands

 Here in dry county

 The promise has run dry

 Where nobody cries

 And no one's getting out of here alive

 

 

 Men spend their whole lives

 Waiting praying for their big reward

 But it seems sometimes

 The payoff leaves you feeling

 Like a dirty whore

 If I could choose the way I'll die

 Make it by the gun or knife

 'Couse the other way there's too much pain

 night after night after night...

 

 

 Down in dry county

 They're swimming in the sand

 Praying for some holy water

 To wash the sins from off our hands

 Here in dry county

 The promise has run dry

 Where nobody cries

 And no one's getting out of here alive

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