Cowboy Up-dry County

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 You 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 To finally be alive And 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 deeper here Than anybody's known Now I packed up on my wife and kid And left them both back at 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 time In the blessed name of Jesus I heard a preacher say That we are all God's children And 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 of 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 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 Man spends his whole life 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 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 No

Well here I stand* Before you a broken man With head in hands And what a fool I am To think you'd ever wanna Have your eyes meet with mine Again After what I did And wonderin' where I'd been All this time 'Cause I guess it was the spotlight That drove me away Or dreamin' that old billboard Would be flashin' my name Now here I stand before you Just a fraction of the man I used to be Prayin' you'll forgive the fool in me The fool in me You ain't never seen A thing like Miami Beach Or Alberta gold Oh it was good to be home But all the time that tI've been takin' For the things that I thought I'm supposed to do Well all that I could do Was think of you And everything you meant to me 'Cause I guess it was the spotlight That drove me away Or dreamin' that old billboard Would be shinin' my name Now here I stand before you Just a fraction of the man I used to be Prayin you'll forgive the fool in me Well I need to know Is time to let go? I need to hold Onto something real 'Cause I guess it was the spotlight That drove me away Or dreamin' that old billboard Would be flashin' my name Now here I stand before you Just a fraction of the man I used to be Prayin' you'll forgive the fool in me (Fool, fool in me) Cause all I'm ever gonna be is a fool (Fool, fool in me) Just the fool in me (Fool, fool in me) The fool in me

It was Indiana, a summer day And I was three years old My momma said go out to play Well, I did what I was told She never saw it comin' When I turned the sprinkler on She looked up from the dishes And right there in the front lawn Nothing but cowboy boots Sets your spirit free That wild, wild western birthday suit Is the remedy for modesty It ain't proper, it ain't cool But folks remember what you do In nothing, whoa, nothing but cowboy boots Well, all it takes when you're eighteen Is your buddy's double dare It was eight o'clock on a Friday night In the middle of Town Square Couldn't hear the sirens 'Cause so many people cheered When the sheriff showed up I was grinnin' ear to ear In nothin' but cowboy boots Sets your spirit free That wild, wild western birthday suit Is the remedy for modesty It ain't proper, it ain't cool But folks remember what you do In nothing, whoa, nothing but cowboy boots I came home late tonight You just smiled at my surprise I see ya comin' down the hall Whoa, in nothing, whoa Nothing but cowboy boots Sets your spirit free That wild, wild western birthday suit Is the remedy for modesty It ain't proper, it ain't cool But folks remember what you do In nothing, whoa, nothing, no, no Nothing but those cowboy boots Oh no, no, nothin', no Nothing but those cowboy boots

It's one of those lazy days I've got nothing to do Let the wind blow around my head Let a cloud be my bed When the blues whomp you up By the side of the head Throw 'em to the floor And kick 'em out the door When the blues kick you in the head And you roll out of bed in the morning Just sit on the porch and swing Sit on the porch and swing The heat of the day's got me in a haze The heat of the day's got me in a haze Those lazy days of summer are here When the blues whomp you up On the side of the head Throw 'em to the floor And kick 'em out the door When the blues kick you in the head And you roll out of bed in the morning Just sit on the porch and swing Sit on the porch and swing It's so hot, it's so hot It's so hot, it's so hot It's so hot Here come the girls Here come the girls Here come the girls Here come the girls Here come the girls Here come the girls Just let the breezes flow Through your mind, I feel so fine When the blues whomp you up On the side of the head Throw 'em to the floor And kick 'em out the door When the blues kick you in the head And you roll out of bed in the morning Just sit on the porch and swing Sit on the porch and swing Here come the girls up the road What they wannna do? They can't do 'Cause it's a, dry county Kicking stones and laughing low Nowhere to go, it's a dry, dry county Such a dry, dry county It's devils blowing in your hair But what do you care When there's nowhere to go Dry, dry, county It's a dry, dry, county Kicking stones and laughing low

Every time I open my mouth I have regrets in my mind every time And no one seems to figure me out I guess it's stress It's making me feel so depressed Most my life, I've felt so tired But every now and then when I try, I say Keep it up and go on You're only holding out for what you want You no longer owe the strangers It's enough, it's enough Keep it up and go on Yeah, you're only holding out for what you want I know that it's so frustrating It's enough, keep it up Now I'm here, and I wish that I wasn't I'm in a place in front of a dozen people I've never met And I don't know if this is correct I guess I'm blessed I never give myself respect Most my life, I'm asking why But anytime I give it a try, I say Keep it up and go on You're only holding out for what you want You no longer owe the strangers It's enough, it's enough Keep it up and go on Yeah, you're only holding out for what you want I know that it's so frustrating It's enough, keep it up Yeah, it's enough I've really had enough Paid the price, I'm done, no Keep it up and go on You're only holding out for what you want You no longer owe the strangers It's enough, it's enough Keep it up and go on Yeah, you're only holding out for what you want I know that it's so frustrating But it's enough, keep it up It's enough, it's enough Keep it up, keep it up Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah No, no, mm-mm

My family tradition tends to make me into something that I'm not But I can't think of a better thing for me to be than me, and that's alright by me I don't want to spend my days and nights and years inside some office building No! Just give me the outdoors, a white horse and an old ten-gallon hat What's wrong with that? Not a thing - I just sing I wanna grow up to be a cowboy, just like Buffalo Bill I said it when I was a five-year-old and I guess I always will Cause the cowboy gets the bad guy, and the cowboy gets the girl Best of all he gets a Colt .45 with a handle made of pearl In my dreams I'm the Sheriff of Laredo, and a Texas Ranger too I'm the man who told Geronimo just where to go and what he had to do But the mornin' brings reality right back to me, and damn I'm late for work They can't take my dreams away I'm gonna grow up to be a cowboy, just like Buffalo Bill I said it when I was a five-year-old and I guess I always will Cause the cowboy gets the bad guy, and the cowboy gets the girl Best of all he gets a Colt .45 with a handle made of pearl Oh yeah, I'm gonna grow up to be a cowboy, just like Buffalo Bill I said it when I was a little boy and I guess I always will The cowboy gets the bad guy. The cowboy gets the girl Best of all he gets a Colt .45 with a handle made of pearl A handle made of pearl