Originally in Dm, I play in Am
Highest note that matters is the 5 (“*dry* county”)
Intro, quiet
| Am | G | Em | F |
| Am | G | Em | F6 |
| Am | G | Em | F |
| Am | G | Em | F6 |
Vox on the 3 of the minor key on “cross”
| Am | G |
| Across the | border they turn |
| Em | F |
| Water into | wine |
| Am | G |
| Some say it’s the | devil’s blood |
| D | Am | |
| They’re | squeezing from the vi | ne |
| Am | G |
| Some say it’s a | savior |
| Em | F | |
| In these | hard and desperate | times |
| Am | G | |
| You | see it helps me | to forget |
| D | Am | |
| That | we’re just born, to | die |
| Am | G | Em | F |
| Am | G | Em | F6 |
| Am | G | |
| I | came here like | so many did |
| Em | F | |
| To | find the better | life |
| Am | G | |
| To | find my piece of | easy street |
| D | Am | |
| And | finally be al | ive |
| Am | G | |
| I knew | nothing good comes | easy |
| Em | F | |
| All | good things take some | time |
| Am | G | |
| I | made my bed I’ll | lie in it |
| D | |
| To | die in it’s the crime |
Vox up to the high 3 of the chord
| C |
| You can’t help but prosper |
| F | |
| Where the | streets are paved with gold |
| G | |
| They say the | oil wells ran deeper here |
| Am | |
| Than | anybody’s known |
| C | |
| Now I | packed up on my wife and kid |
| F | |
| And le | ft them back at home |
| G | |
| See there’s | nothing in this paydirt |
| F | |
| The | ghosts are all I know |
| Am | |
| Now the | oil’s gone |
| Am/G | |
| And | the money’s gone |
| F#m7b5 | |
| All | the jobs are gone |
| Am/G | |
| Still we’re | hangin’ on down in |
| C | G |
| Dry county, they’re | swimming in the sand |
| F | |
| Praying | for some holy water |
| Dm | F | |
| To | wash the sins from | off our hands in |
| C | G |
| Dry county, the | promise has run dry |
| F |
| Where nobody cries |
Hang on “no”
| F | Am | |
| And | no one is getting out of here a | live |
| Am | G | Em | F |
| Not this time |
| Am | G | Em | F6 |
| Am | G | |
| In the | blessed name of | Jesus |
| Em | F | |
| I | heard a preacher | say |
| Am | G | |
| That | we were all god’s | children |
| D | Am | |
| And t | hat he’d be back, | back someday |
| Am | G | |
| And I | hoped that he knew | something |
| Em | F | |
| As he | drank his cup of | wine |
| Am | G | |
| I didn’t | have too good a | feeling |
| D | Am | |
| As I | head out to the | night |
| C | |
| I | cursed the sky to open |
| F | |
| I | begged the clouds for rain |
| G | |
| I | pray all night for water |
| Dm | |
| For this | burning in my viens |
| C | |
| It was | like my soul’s on fire |
| F | |
| And I | had to watch the flames |
| G | |
| All my | dreams went up in ashes |
| F | |
| And my | future blew away |
| Am | |
| Now the | oil’s gone |
| Am/G | |
| And the | money’s gone |
| F#m7b5 | |
| All the | jobs are gone |
| G | G | |
| Still they’re | hangin’ on | down in |
| C | G |
| Dry county, they’re | swimming in the sand |
| F | |
| Praying | for some holy water |
| Dm | F | |
| To | wash the sins from | off our hands in |
| C | G |
| Dry county, the | promise has run dry |
| F |
| Where nobody cries |
| F | C | |
| And | no one is getting out of here al | ive |
Solo, loud
| C | G | F | Dm | F |
| → |
| C | G | F | F |
Solo, let ring
| Em7 | F |
| → |
| Em7 | F |
| → |
| Em7 | F | G | Am |
| → | → | → |
Solo, arpeggios, building
| Am | G | Am | G |
| x7 |
| Am | G | Am | Am |
Totally rocking solo
| Am | G | Em | F |
| x8 |
Quiet again
| Am | G | Em | F |
| Am | G | Em | F6 |
| Am | G | |
| A man | spends his whole life | waiting |
| Em | F | |
| Praying | for some big rew | ard |
| Am | G | |
| It s | eems sometimes that | payoff leaves you |
| D | Am |
| Feeling like a | dirty whore |
| Am | G |
| If I could choose the w | ay I die |
| Em | F | |
| Make it | by the gun or | knife |
| Am | G | |
| ‘Cause the | other way there’s | too much pain |
| D |
| Night after night after night |
| C | G | |
| Caught out in | dry county, where they’re | swimming in the sand |
| F | |
| Praying | for some holy water |
| Dm | F | |
| To | wash the sins from | off our hands in |
| C | G |
| Dry county, the | promise has run dry |
| F |
| Where nobody cries |
| F | |
| And | no one is getting out of here |
| C | G | F |
| Dry county |
| Dm | F |
| No one is getting ou | t of here |
| C | G | F |
| Dry county, | no |
| Dm | F |
| Am | G | Em | F |
| Am | G | Em | F6 |
| Am |