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 And 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 I packed up on my wife and kid And left them back at home Now there's nothing in this paydirt The ghosts 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 hand 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 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 And 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 hand 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 'Cause 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 hand 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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