dry county

• bon jovi efendinin kasti mi gayet guzel $arki sozu yazabildigini gosteren $arkisi.
  
  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
  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
  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