Dry County

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               Bb        And my future blew away            Dm        Now the oil’s gone            Dm/C        And the money’s gone            Dm/G        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        (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