- Dry County
-
- 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 saviour
- In
these hard and desperate times
- For
met 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 hands
- 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
that he’d be back someday
- And I
hope 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
- The
money’s gone
- And
the jobs are gone
- Still
we’re hangin’ on
- 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
