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   Seeing it helps me to forget   That we’re just born to die      I came here like so many did   To find the better life   To find my piece of easy street   To 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 is the crime      You can’t help but prosper   Where the street 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 ghost are all I know      Now the oil’s gone   and the money’s gone   all the jobs are gone   Still we’re hangin’ on      Down in dry county   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   And no one’s getting out of here alive      In the blessed name of Jesus   I heard a preacher say   That we are all God’s children   And that he’d be back, back someday   I hoped that he knew something   as he drank his 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 to God 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 hangin’ on      Down in dry county   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   And no one’s getting out of here alive      Men spend this whole life Waiting,   praying for their big reward   But it seems sometimes   That 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