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Intro

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

 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 depper here

 Than anybody's known

 Now 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

 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's getting out of here alive

 In the blessed name of Jesus

 I heard a preacher say

 That we are all God's children

 And that he'd be back, back someday

 And I hoped that he knew something

 As he drank his cup of wine

 Didn't have too good 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 viens

 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 we carry 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's getting out of here alive

(Guitar Solo)

 Men spend thier whole lives waiting

 Praying for some big reward

 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 hands in

Dry county

 The promise has run dry

Where nobody cries

And no one's getting out of here alive

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