There are some saints that have been forgotten Like most of my drunken prayers They say there's a heaven somewhere above the yonder Where there's no more crosses to bear And there's ghosts all along the highways And there's storms out on the sea My only hope is somewhere in that heaven Someone says a prayer for me I've been ridin' stone blind horses Never seen a reason to believe Hey sweet Genevieve, say a prayer for me The wild young cowboys, old drunks, paramours, and thieves The high slurred whistle of a redwing blackbird Sounds like a singin', Oh that I might die It's a song for those who have fallen Unrepentant and with no more alibis I've been ridin' stone blind horses Never seen a reason to believe Hey sweet Genevieve, say a prayer for me And the wild young cowboys, old drunks, paramours, and thieves Hey sweet Genevieve say a prayer for me And the wild young cowboys, old drunks, paramours and thieves