There are some sights that have been forgotten Like most of my drunken priors 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've been riding storm blind horses And never seen a reason to believe Hey sweet Genevieve, say a prayer for me And the wild young cowboys, old rocks, paragons and thieves A 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 storm blind horses And never seen a reason to believe Hey sweet Genevieve, say a prayer for me And the wild young cowboys, old rocks, paragons and thieves Hey sweet Genevieve, say a prayer for me And the wild young cowboys, old rocks, paragons and thieves Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh © transcript Emily Beynon