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 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`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 the both back at 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`s getting out of here alive
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 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 they`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

Men spend their whole lives
waiting praying for their 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

Oh 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