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 says a prayer for me
I been riding stone blind horses
Never seen a reason to believe
Hey sweet Genevieve say a prayer for me
For wild young cowboys, old drunks, paramours and thieves
The high slurred whistle of a redwing blackbird
Sounds like he’s singing 'oh that I might die'
It’s a song for those who have fallen
Unrepentant with no more alibis
By Ray Wylie Hubbard,
From the album The Ruffian's Misfortune.
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