Karaoké Dry County Bon Jovi

'Cross 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 savior in these hard and desperate times

You see it helps me to forget that 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 and finally be alive

I know 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 deeper here than anybody's known

Now I packed up on my wife and kid and left them both back home

See there's nothing in this pay dirt

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're swimming in the sand

Praying for some holy water

To wash these sins from off our hands

In Dry County the promise has run dry

Where nobody cries

And no one is getting out of here alive

Not this time

In the blessed name of Jesus

I heard a preacher say

We are all God's children

And He'd be back

Back someday

I hoped that he knew something as he drank that cup of wine

I didn't have too good of a feeling as I head out to the night

I cursed the sky to open

I begged the clouds for rain

I prayed all night for 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

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're swimming in the sand

Praying for some holy water

To wash these sins from off our hands

In Dry County the promise has run dry

Where nobody cries

And no one is getting out of here alive

A man spends his whole life waiting

Praying for some big reward

But it seems sometimes that payoff leaves you feeling like a dirty whore

If I could choose the way I'd die make it by the gun or knife 'cos the other way there's too much pain

Night after night after night after night

Oh down in Dry County

They're swimming in the sand

Praying for some holy water

To wash these sins from off our hands

In Dry County the promise has run dry

Where nobody cries

And no one is getting out of here

Dry County

No one is getting out of here

Dry County

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