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
Now there’s ghosts along the highways
And there’s storms out on the seas
My only hope is somewhere in that heaven
Someone is saying a prayer for me
I been ridin’ stone blind horses
Never seeing a reason to believe
Hey sweet Genevieve say a prayer for me
The wild young cowboys, old drunks, paramours and thieves
Gitchaone.
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