Across the borer they turn water in to wine
some say its the devil's blood they're squeezing from the vine
some say its a savior in these hard and desperate times
for me it helps me to forget
that we're just born to die
came here like so many did
to find the better life
to find my piece of easy street
finally be alive
and I know nothing good comes easy
all good things take some time
I made my bed I'll 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 any other known
I packed up on my wife and kid
and left them back at home
now there's nothing on this paydirt
the ghosts are all I know
now the oil is gone
all the moneys gone
all the jobs are gone
but still we're hanging on
down in dry county
where they're swimming in the sand
praying for some holy water
to wash these sins from off our hands
here in cry county
the promise has run dry
where nobody cries
and no one's getting outta here alive
in the blessed name of Jesus
I heard the preacher say
that we're all god's children
and that he'd be back, back some day
I hoped that he knew something
as drank his cup of wine
I didnt have a too good of a feeling
as I head out to the night
I curse the sky above me
begged the clouds for some rain
I prayed to god some water
for this burning in my veins
it was like my soul's on fire
and I had to watch the flames
all my dreams went up in ashes
as by future blew away
now the oil is gone
all the money is gone
all th ejobs are gone
still we're hanging on
down in dry county
where they're swimming in the sand
praying for some holy water
to wash these sins from off our hands
here in cry county
the promise has run dry
where nobody cries
and no one's getting outta here alive
men spend their whole lives
waiting praying for some big reward
but 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 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
here in dry county
the promise has run dry
where nobody cries
and no one's getting out of here alive
Dry County by Bon Jovi.
Scary that I remember this song line for line but cant remember if I took the damn card out of the ATM..

