Dry County

Bon Jovi


Complexity: 56 Readability: 80.44   Sentiment: 5   Word Count: 471   Unique Words: 205
Original Lyrics Munged Lyrics
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
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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