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 saviour

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 knew 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 paydirt

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's 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."

That He'd be back, back someday

Hoped that he knew

Something as he drank his cup of wine

I didn't have too good 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

(Every night's the same)

It was like my soul's on fire

And I had to watch the flames

Well, 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's getting out of here alive

Man spends his whole life

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'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 these sins from off our hands

In dry county

The promise has run dry

Where nobody cries

And no one's getting out of here

Dry county

No one's getting out of here

Dry county. No