Across the Border Can't Love This Country

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Across The Border - I can't love this country (Folk Punk Rock )

05:30 author goggy1983 15 May 2009 06:19 63 045 views

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Across the border they turn water into wine
Some say it's the devil's blood squeezing from the vine
Some say it's a savior in these hard and desperate times
To see 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 and 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 its 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
Now I packed up on my wife and kid and left them both back home
See there's nothing in this pay dirt 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 these 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
Not this [Incomprehensible]

In the blessed name of Jesus I heard a preacher say
We're all Gods' children but He'd be back, back someday
I hoped that He knew something as He drank that cup of wine
I 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 all night 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
All the jobs are gone, still they're hangin' on

Down in dry county, they're swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy water to wash these 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

Man spends his whole life waiting, praying for some big reward
It seems sometimes that 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

Gone down in dry county, where they're swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy water to wash these sins from off our hands
In dry county, the promise has run dry
Where nobody cries and no one's getting out of here, dry county

No one's getting out of here, dry county
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