Songwriters: BON JOVI, JON
 
 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 hands 
 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 hands 
 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 some 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 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 
 Here in dry county 
 The promise has run dry 
 Where nobody cries 
 And no one's getting out of here alive