Wise Blood by Counting Crows Lyrics

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 down town 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
I was the kind of boy who never learned to smile, so I kicked and I screamed
'Til I tore myself lose from all these, great big hands, oh yeah

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

My mommma, she turned around and said
Hey little boy you better wake up, 'cause your the walking dead
Oh she was the kind of girl who never touched a smoke or a drink
She just smoldered like an empty church, left to burn in the wind

Wiseblood knows I walk the way the wind blows
Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind
Wiseblood knows (the wiseblood knows)
Wiseblood knows (the wiseblood knows)
Wiseblood knows (the wiseblood knows)
Wise, wise, wiseblood knows
Wiseblood knows I walk the way the wind blows
Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind