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DRY COUNTY - BON JOVI
Transcribed by Steve Shulman - Johannesburg, South Africa.
Please Note: This transcription was done by ear only -
some of these chords may be way off.
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Intro: Dm C Am Bb
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
I knew nothing good comes easy
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 depper here
Than anybody's known
Now 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
And the money's gone
All 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 hands 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 all God's children
And that he'd be back, back someday
And I hoped that he knew something
As he drank his cup of wine
Didn't have too good 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 viens
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
All the jobs are gone
Still we carry on down in
Dry county
They're swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy water
to wash the sins from off our hands in
Dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one's getting out of here alive
(Guitar Solo)
Men spend thier whole lives waiting
Praying for some big reward
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 hands in
Dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one's getting out of here alive
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Any feedback / corrections are welcomed.
Steve Shulman
Johannesburg, South Africa
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