Purgatory - Tyler Childers

Will you pray for me

When the roots of the oak

And my ribcage are braidin'

If I can think

Lord knows that I will fondly pray for you

High on the hill where the fox horns blow

And down in the grave where they lay me low

Catholic girl, pray for me

You’re my only hope for Heaven

When I’s a boy

I’d drink and love and smoke and snort my fill

But all the while

I kept in mind the Lord’s redeeming grace

High on the hill where the fox horns blow

And down in the city where the heathens go

Catholic girl, pray for me

You’re my only hope for Heaven

Do you reckon he lets Free Will

Boys mope around in purgatory

I know that Hell

Is just as real as I am surely breathin'

But I’ve heard tale

Of a middle ground, I think will work for me

When the time has come for changin' worlds

I’ll hedge my bets with a Catholic girl

Catholic girl, pray for me

You’re my only hope for Heaven