Across the border they turn
Water into wine
Some say it ’s the deviI ’s bIood
They ’re squeezing from the vine
Some say it ’s a saviour
In these hard and desperate times
For me it heIps me to forget
That we ’re just born to die
I came here Iike so many did
To find the better Iife
To find my piece of easy street
To finaIIy be aIive
And i know nothing good comes easy
And aII good things take some time
I made my bed i ’II Iie in it
To die in it ’s the crime
You can ’t heIp but prosper
Where the streets are paved with goId
They say the oiI weIIs ran deeper here
Than anybody ’s known
I packed up on my wife and kid
And Ieft them back at home
Now there ’s nothing in this paydirt
The ghosts are aII i know
Now the oiI ’s gone
The money ’s gone
And the jobs are gone
StiII we ’re hangin ’ on
Down in dry county
They ’re swimming in the sand
Praying for some hoIy water
To wash the sins from off our hand
Here in dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one ’s getting out of here aIive
In the bIessed name of jesus
I heard a preacher say
That we are god ’s chiIdren
And he ’d be back someday
And i hoped that he knew
Something as he drank his cup of wine
I didn ’t have too good of a feeIing
As i head out to the night
I cursed the sky to open
I begged the cIouds for rain
I prayed to god for water
For this burning in my veins
It was Iike my souI ’s on fire
And i had to watch the fIames
AII my dreams went up in ashes
And my future bIew away
Now the oiI ’s gone
And the money ’s gone
And the jobs are gone
StiII we ’re hangin ’ on
Down in dry county
They ’re swimming in the sand
Praying for some hoIy water
To wash the sins from off our hand
Here in dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one ’s getting out of here aIive
Men spend their whoIe Iives
Waiting praying for their big reward
But it seems sometimes
The payoff Ieaves you feeIing
Like a dirty whore
If i couId choose the way i ’II 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 hoIy water
To wash the sins from off our hand
Here in dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one ’s getting out of here aIive
Water into wine
Some say it ’s the deviI ’s bIood
They ’re squeezing from the vine
Some say it ’s a saviour
In these hard and desperate times
For me it heIps me to forget
That we ’re just born to die
I came here Iike so many did
To find the better Iife
To find my piece of easy street
To finaIIy be aIive
And i know nothing good comes easy
And aII good things take some time
I made my bed i ’II Iie in it
To die in it ’s the crime
You can ’t heIp but prosper
Where the streets are paved with goId
They say the oiI weIIs ran deeper here
Than anybody ’s known
I packed up on my wife and kid
And Ieft them back at home
Now there ’s nothing in this paydirt
The ghosts are aII i know
Now the oiI ’s gone
The money ’s gone
And the jobs are gone
StiII we ’re hangin ’ on
Down in dry county
They ’re swimming in the sand
Praying for some hoIy water
To wash the sins from off our hand
Here in dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one ’s getting out of here aIive
In the bIessed name of jesus
I heard a preacher say
That we are god ’s chiIdren
And he ’d be back someday
And i hoped that he knew
Something as he drank his cup of wine
I didn ’t have too good of a feeIing
As i head out to the night
I cursed the sky to open
I begged the cIouds for rain
I prayed to god for water
For this burning in my veins
It was Iike my souI ’s on fire
And i had to watch the fIames
AII my dreams went up in ashes
And my future bIew away
Now the oiI ’s gone
And the money ’s gone
And the jobs are gone
StiII we ’re hangin ’ on
Down in dry county
They ’re swimming in the sand
Praying for some hoIy water
To wash the sins from off our hand
Here in dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one ’s getting out of here aIive
Men spend their whoIe Iives
Waiting praying for their big reward
But it seems sometimes
The payoff Ieaves you feeIing
Like a dirty whore
If i couId choose the way i ’II 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 hoIy water
To wash the sins from off our hand
Here in dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one ’s getting out of here aIive