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,
see, it helps me to forget
that we're just born to die.

I came here like so many did
to find a better life,
To find my piece of easy street
and finally be alive.
I knew nothing good comes easy,
all good things take some time,
I made my bed I'll lie in it to die in it's the crime.

You can't help but prosper
where the streets 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,
See, there's nothing in this paydirt,
the ghosts 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 these sins from off our hands.
In dry county the promised has run dry,
Where nobody cries and no one's getting outta here alive.

(Not this time)
In the blessed name of Jesus, I heard a preacher say,
We're all God's children and
He'd be back, back someday.
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 all night for water
for this burning in my veins.
It was like my soul's on fire
and I had to watch the flames,
well, 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 we're hangin' on.
Down in dry county,
they're swimming in the sand,
Praying for some holy water
to wash these sins from off our hands.
In dry county the promised has run dry,
Where nobody cries and no one's getting outta here alive.

(Solo)
Man spends his whole life waiting,
praying for some big reward,
It seems sometimes that payoff
leaves you feeling like a dirty w____.
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 after night.

Down in dry county,
where they're swimming in the sand,
Praying for some holy water
to wash these sins from off our hands.
In dry county the promised has run dry,
Where nobody cries and no one's getting outta here alive.

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