BON JOVI - Dry County Lyrics

Across the border they turnWater into wineSome say it's the devil's bloodThey're squeezing from the vineSome say it's a saviourIn these hard and desperate timesFor me it helps me to forgetThat we're just born to dieI came here like so many didTo find the better lifeTo find my piece of easy streetTo finally be aliveAnd I know nothing good comes easyAnd all good things take some timeI made my bed I'll lie in itTo die in it's the crimeYou can't help but prosperWhere the streets are paved with goldThey say the oil wells ran deeper hereThan anybody's knownI packed up on my wife and kidAnd left them back at homeNow there's nothing in this paydirtThe ghosts are all I knowNow the oil's goneThe money's goneAnd the jobs are goneStill we're hangin' onDown in dry countyThey're swimming in the sandPraying for some holy waterTo wash the sins from off our handHere in dry countyThe promise has run dryWhere nobody criesAnd no one's getting out of here aliveIn the blessed name of jesusI heard a preacher sayThat we are god's childrenAnd he'd be back somedayAnd I hoped that he knewSomething as he drank his cup of wineI didn't have too good of a feelingAs I head out to the nightI cursed the sky to openI begged the clouds for rainI prayed to God for waterFor this burning in my veinsIt was like my soul's on fireAnd I had to watch the flamesAll my dreams went up in ashesAnd my future blew awayNow the oil's goneAnd the money's goneAnd the jobs are goneStill we're hangin' onDown in dry countyThey're swimming in the sandPraying for some holy waterTo wash the sins from off our handHere in dry countyThe promise has run dryWhere nobody criesAnd no one's getting out of here aliveMen spend their whole livesWaiting praying for their big rewardBut it seems sometimesThe payoff leaves you feelingLike a dirty whoreIf I could choose the way I'll dieMake it by the gun or knife'cause the other way there's too much painNight after night after nightDown in dry countyThey're swimming in the sandPraying for some holy waterTo wash the sins from off our handHere in dry countyThe promise has run dryWhere nobody criesAnd no one's getting out of here alive
 

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