‘Wiseblood’ lyrics (cover)

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One Sunday morning at dawn you know they baptized my soul, but they held me down so long, Christ, I almost drowned …


(Kurt Stevenson, Patrick Winningham and Chris Boesel)

I’m an outcast that no one can save anymore

and the days of my youth, have all long gone by
I was the kind of boy the devil would offer a
smoke or a drink to or a ride downtown to some God forsaken land.

One Sunday morning at dawn you know they baptized my soul
but they held me down so long Christ I almost drowned
Yeah I was the kind of boy who never learned to smile
so I kicked and I screamed
’till I tore myself lose from all
these great big hands oh yeah

Wiseblood knows I walk the way the wind blows
Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind

My momma, she turned around and said
“Little boy you better wake up … cause you’re the walking dead”
Oh she was the kind a girl who never touched a smoke or a drink she just smoldered like an empty church left to burn in the wind

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