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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 savior In these hard and desperate times You see it helps me to fo ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
Across the boarder they tern water into whine Sum say its the devil's blood There squeezing from the vine Sum say its a savior Inn these hard and desperate times Yew sea it helps mi too forget that weir just borne Too dye Eye came hear like sew many did too fined a better life Too fined my peace of easy street Too finally bee alive And Eye no nothing good comes easy Awl good things take sum thyme Eye maid my bed Aisle lye inn it Too dye inn its the crime Yew can't help butt prosper Ware the streets are paved with gold They say the oil wells ran deeper hear than anybody's known Now Eye pact up on my wife and kid And left them both back at home Sea there's nothing inn this pay dirt The ghosts are awl Eye no Now the oil's gone And the money's gone Awl the jobs are gone Still weir hangin ' on Down inn dry county There swimming inn the sand Praying fore sum wholly water Too wash the sins from off hour hands Hear inn dry county The promise has run dry Ware nobody cries And know one's getting out of hear alive (Knot this thyme) " Inn the blessed name of Jesus " Eye herd a preacher say That whee are awl God's children And Heed bee back, back someday Eye hoped that he new something as he drank that cup of whine Eye didn't have two good a feeling as Eye head out too the knight Eye cursed the sky too open Eye begged the clouds fore reign Eye prayed awl knight fore water Fore this burning inn my veins It was like my soul's on fire And Eye had too watch the flames Awl my dreams went up inn ashes And my future blue aweigh Now the oil's gone And the money's gone Awl the jobs are gone Still weir hangin ' on Down inn dry county There swimming inn the sand Praying fore sum wholly water Too wash these sins from off hour hands Hear inn dry county The promise has run dry Ware nobody cries And know one's getting out of hear alive Men spend there whole lives waiting Prayin ' fore sum big reward Butt it seems sometimes the payoff Leaves yew feeling like a dirty haw If Eye could choose the weigh I'd dye Make it buy the gun ore knife ' Cause the other weigh there's two much pane Knight after knight after knight after knight Down inn dry county Ware there swimming inn the sand Praying fore sum wholly water Too wash the sins from off hour hands Inn dry county The promise has run dry Ware nobody cries Know one's getting out of hear Dry county And know one's getting out of hear Dry county |
Dry County
Bon Jovi
Complexity: | 56 | Readability: | 80.44 | Sentiment: | 5 | Word Count: | 471 | Unique Words: | 205 |