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Dry County

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Dry County

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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

Now I packed up on my wife and kid

And left them both back at home

You see there's nothing in this paydirt

The ghost are all I know

Now the oil's gone

And the money's gone

All 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

In dry county

The promise has run dry

Where nobody cries

And no one is getting out of here alive

In the blessed name of Jesus

I heard a preacher say

That we are all God's children

And he'd be back, back someday

And I hoped that he knew

Something as he drank that 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

And the money's gone

All the jobs are gone

Still they'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

In dry county

The promise has run dry

Where nobody cries

And no one is getting out of here alive

Men spend this whole lives

Waiting, praying, for some big reward

But it seems sometimes

That payoff leaves you feeling

Like a dirty whore

If I could choose the way I'll die

Make it by the gun or knife

'Cause the other way there's too much pain

Night after night after night

Down in dry county

When 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 is getting out of here

Dry county

And no one's getting out of here

Dry county

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