There are some saints that have been forgotten
Like most of my drunken priors
They say there's a heaven somewhere above 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've been
riding stone blind horses
Never seen a reason to believe
Hey sweet Genevieve,
say a prayer for me And the wild young cowboys,
old rocks,
parables and things
The high slurred whistle
of a red-winged blackbird
Sounds like it's singing,
oh, that I might die
It's a song
for those that have fallen Unrepentant,
with no alibis
I've been riding stone blind horses Never seen a reason to believe
Hey sweet Genevieve,
say a prayer for me And the wild young cowboys,
old rocks,
parables and things