Dry County - Bon Jovi
Cross the border they turn water into wine
Some say it's the devil's blood
They squeezing from the vine
Some say it's a savior
In these hard and deseprated times
It seems to help me to forget
And 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
I know nothing good comes easy
All good things take some time
I made my bed and I'll lie in it
To die in it's 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
Now I packed up on my wife and kids
and left them back at home
See 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 were swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy waters
To wash these sins from off our hands
Dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one's getting out of here alive
Blessed name of jesus
I heard the preacher say
That we are all god's children
And he'll back someday
I hope that he knew something
as he drinks that cup of wine
That I to good of feelings
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 it's burning in my vain
It was like my soul's on fire
Now I have 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 were swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy waters
To wash these sins from off our hands
Dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one's getting out of here alive
Men spent their whole life
waiting praying for some big reward
It seem sometimes they pay off leaves
You feeling like a dirty hole
If I could choose the way I'll die
Make it by the gun or knife
Cause the other ways there's too much pain
Night after 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
Dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one's getting out of here
Dry county
And no one's getting out of here
Dry county