Bon Jovi - Dry County

Bon Jovi - Dry County

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 savior 
in these hard and desperate times 
you see it helps me to forget that we're just born 
to dieê 
i came here like so many did to find a better life 
to find my piece of easy street,
to 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 it's the crimeê 
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 at homeê 
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 - hangin' onê 
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 aliveê (not this time)
' 'in the blessed name of jesus' i heard a preacher say 
that 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 a feeling as i head out to the nightê 
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 awayê 
now the oil's gone 
and the money's gone 
all the jobs are gone 
still we're hangin' onê 
down in dry county 
they're swimming in the sand 
praying for some holy water 
to wash these 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 

[intro / solo / instrumental / outro]
men spend their whole lives waiting 
prayin' for some big reward 
but it seems sometimes the payoff 
leaves you feeling like a dirty whore 
if i could choose the way i'd 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
where 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 
no one's getting out of here,
dry county
and no one's getting out of here,
dry county