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
