| Across the border they turn water into wine
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| Some say it's the devil's blood
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| They're squeezing from the vine
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| Some say it's a saviour
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| In these hard and desperate times
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| You see it helps me to forget
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| That we're just born to die
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| In the blessed name of Jesus
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| I heard a preacher say
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| We are all God's children
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| That He'd be back, back someday
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| Hoped that he knew
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| Something as he drank that cup of wine
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| I didn't have too good a feeling
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| As I head out to the night
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| I cursed the sky to open
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| I begged the clouds for rain
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| I prayed all night for water
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| For this burning in my veins
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| It was like my soul's on fire
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| And I had to watch the flames
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| Well, my dreams went up in ashes
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| And my future blew away
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| Now the oil's gone
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| And the money's gone
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| All the jobs are gone
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| Still we're hanging on
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| Down in dry county
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| They're swimming in the sand
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| Praying for some holy water
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| To wash these sins from off our hands
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| In dry county
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| The promise has run dry
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| Where nobody cries
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| And no one's getting out of here alive
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| Man spends his whole life
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| Waiting praying for some big reward
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| But it seems sometimes
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| The payoff leaves you feeling
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| Like a dirty whore
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| If I could choose the way I'd die
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| Make it by the gun or knife
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| Cause the other way there's too much pain
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| Night after night after night after night
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| Down in dry county
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| Where they're swimming in the sand
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| Praying for some holy water
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| To wash these sins from off our hands
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| In dry county
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| The promise has run dry
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| Where nobody cries
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| And no one's getting out of here
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| Dry county
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| No one's getting out of here
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| Dry county. |
| No |