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DRY COUNTY
sábado, enero 22, 2005

DRY COUNTY
By Bon Jovi

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
for me 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 and I know nothing good comes easy
and 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
I packed up on my wife and kid and left them back at home
Now there's nothing in this paydirt the ghosts are all I know
Now the oil's gone the money's gone and 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 hand
Here 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 God's children and He'd be back someday
And 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 ad 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
And 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 hand
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 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 down
in dry county they're swimming in the sand
praying for some holy water to wash the sins from off our hand
here in dry county the promise has run dry where nobody cries
And no one's getting out of here alive

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