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| Dm | C | Am | Gm/Bb | Dm | C | |
| Across the | border they turn |
| Am | G | |
| Water into | wine |
| Dm | C | |
| Some say it's the | devil's blood |
| G | Dm | |
| They're | squeezing from the | vine |
| Dm | C | |
| Some say it's a | saviour |
| Am | Bb | |
| In these | hard and desperate | times |
| Dm | C | |
| For | me it helps me | to forget |
| G | Dm | C | Am | Bb | |
| That | we're just born... to | die |
| Dm | C | |
| I | came here like | so many did |
| Am | Bb | |
| To | find the better | life |
| Dm | C | |
| To | find my piece of | easy street |
| G | Dm | |
| To | finally be | alive |
| Dm | C | |
| I knew | nothing good comes | easy |
| Am | G | |
| All | good things take some | time |
| Dm | C | |
| I | made my bed I'll | lie in it |
| G | Dm | |
| To | die in it's the | crime |
| F | |
| You can't help but prosper |
| Gm/Bb | |
| Where the | streets are paved with gold |
| C | |
| they say the | oil wells ran depper here |
| Bb/D | |
| Than | anybody's known |
| F | |
| Now I | packed up on my wife and kid |
| Gm/Bb | |
| And | left them back at home |
| C | |
| Now there's | nothing in this paydirt |
| Bb | |
| The | ghosts are all I know |
| Dm | |
| Now the | oil's gone |
| Dm/C | |
| And | the money's gone |
| Dm/G | |
| All | the jobs are gone |
| Bb | C | |
| still we're | hangin' on | down in |
| F | |
| Dry county |
| C | |
| They're | swimming in the sand |
| Bb | |
| Praying | for some holy water |
| Gm | Bb | |
| to | wash the sins from | off our hands in |
| F | |
| Dry county |
| C | |
| The | promise has run dry |
| Bb | |
| Where nobody cries |
| Bb | Dm | C | Am | Bb | |
| And | no one's getting out of here | aliv | e |
| Dm | C | |
| In the | blessed name of | Jesus |
| Am | Bb | |
| I | heard a preacher | say |
| Dm | C | |
| That | we are all God's | children |
| G | Dm | |
| And t | hat he'd be back, | back someday |
| Dm | C | |
| And I | hoped that he knew | something |
| Am | Bb | |
| As he | drank his cup of | wine |
| Dm | C | |
| Didn't | have too good a | feeling |
| G | Dm | |
| As I | head out to the | night |
| F | |
| I | cursed the sky to open |
| Gm/Bb | |
| I | begged the clouds for rain |
| C | |
| I | prayed to God for water |
| Bb/D | |
| For this | burning in my viens |
| F | |
| It was | like my soul's on fire |
| Gm/Bb | |
| And I | had to watch the flames |
| C | |
| All my | dreams went up in ashes |
| Bb | |
| And my | future blew away |
| Dm | |
| Now | the oil's gone |
| Dm/C | |
| And | the money's gone |
| Dm/G | |
| All | the jobs are gone |
| Bb | C | |
| Still we | carry on | down in |
| F | |
| Dry county |
| C | |
| They're | swimming in the sand |
| Bb | |
| Praying | for some holy water |
| Gm | Bb | |
| to | wash the sins from | off our hands in |
| F | |
| Dry county |
| C | |
| The | promise has run dry |
| Bb | |
| Where nobody cries |
| Bb | F | |
| And no one's getting out of here | alive |
| (Guitar Solo) |
| Dm | C | |
| Men | spend thier whole lives | waiting |
| Am | Bb | |
| Praying | for some big | reward |
| Dm | |
| It | seems sometimes |
| C | G | |
| The | payoff leaves you | feeling |
| Dm | |
| Like a | dirty whore |
| Dm | C | |
| If | I could choose | the way I'll die |
| Am | Bb | |
| Make it | by the gun or | knife |
| Dm | C | |
| 'Cause the | other way there's | too much pain |
| G | |
| Night after night after night |
| F | |
| Down in | Dry county |
| C | |
| They're | swimming in the sand |
| Bb | |
| Praying | for some holy water |
| Gm | Bb | |
| to | wash the sins from | off our hands in |
| F | |
| Dry county |
| C | |
| The | promise has run dry |
| Bb | |
| Where nobody cries |
| Bb | Dm | C | Am | Bb | |
| And no one's getting out of here | alive |
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| Any feedback / corrections are welcomed. |
| Steve Shulman |
| Johannesburg, South Africa |
| shulman@odie.ee.wits.ac.za |