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Across the border they turn
Water into wine
Some say its the devils blood
Theyre squeezing from the vine
Some say its a saviour
In these hard and desperate times
For me it helps me to forget
That were 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 Ill lie in it
To die in its the crime
You cant help but prosper
Where the streets are paved with gold
They say the oil wells ran deeper here
than anybodys known
I packed up on my wife and kid
And left them back at home
Now theres nothing in this paydirt
The ghosts are all I know
Now the oils gone
The moneys gone
And the jobs are gone
Still were hangin on
Down in dry county
Theyre 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 ones getting out of here alive
In the blessed name of Jesus
I heard a preacher say
That we are Gods children
And Hed be back someday
And I hoped that he knew
Something as he drank his cup of wine
I didnt 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 souls on fire
And I had to watch the flames
All my dreams went up in ashes
And my future blew away
Now the oils gone
And the moneys gone
And the jobs are gone
Still were hangin on
Down in dry county
Theyre 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 ones 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 Ill die
Make it by the gun or knife
Cause the other way theres too much pain
Night after night after night
Down in dry county
Theyre 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 ones getting out of here alive
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