I'm an outcast that no once can save anymore

And the days of my youth, have all long gone by now

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 loose from all these great big hands Oh Yeah

Wiseblood knows how to walk the way the wind blows

Wiseblood hears Grace whisper right behind

My Momma' turned around and said

"Little boy...you better wake up...'cause you're 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 whipser right behind