Dry County Keep The Faith 1992 (JBJ)

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 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, to finally be alive.
And I know 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 tan anybody’s known.
I packed up on my wife and kid and left them both back 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 hanging 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 all 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 to 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 got 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 we’re hanging 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 the 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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