Damian Michael: Dry country

Across the Border They Turn Water Into Wine Some Say Its the Devils Blood Theyre Squeezing From the Vine Some Say Its a Saviour In These Hard and Desperate Times For Me It Helps Me to Forget That Were 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 Ill Lie in It To Die in Its the Crime You Cant Help But Prosper Where the Streets Are Paved With Gold They Say the Oil Wells Ran Deeper Here Than Anybodys Known I Packed Up On My Wife and Kid And Left Them Back At Home Now Theres Nothing in This Paydirt The Ghosts Are All I Know Now the Oils Gone The Moneys Gone And the Jobs Are Gone Still Were Hangin On Down in Dry County Theyre 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 Ones Getting Out of Here Alive In the Blessed Name of Jesus I Heard a Preacher Say That We Are Gods Children And Hed Be Back Someday And I Hoped That He Knew Something As He Drank His Cup of Wine I Didnt 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 Souls On Fire And I Had to Watch the Flames All My Dreams Went Up in Ashes And My Future Blew Away Now the Oils Gone And the Moneys Gone And the Jobs Are Gone Still Were Hangin On Down in Dry County Theyre 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 Ones 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 Ill Die Make It By the Gun Or Knife cause the Other Way Theres Too Much Pain Night After Night After Night Down in Dry County Theyre 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 Ones Getting Out of Here Alive