Dry County

Album: Have The Faith (1992)
Charted: 9
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  • 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 die

    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 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 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 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
    Here 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 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 hangin' on

    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

    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 countyWriter/s: JON BON JOVI
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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Comments: 4

  • Beverley from JohannesburgThis is my ultimate Bon Jovi song, followed closely by "Someday I'll be Saturday Night."
  • Ammon from Houston, TxThis is one of my favorite Bon Jovi songs, and the solo proves that Sambora is up there with the other Guitar Heros of the 80's.
  • Jessica from Oxford, United KingdomThis song is the most amazing song ever and i'm suprised it's not that well known!
  • Jamie from Limerick, IrelandA song which surprasses any other jovi work by horizons
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