C
Will you pray for me

When the roots of the oak
                    G
And my ribcage are braidin
C
If I can think
                                       G
Lord knows that I will fondly pray for you
 D
High on the hill where the fox horns blow
 C
And down in the grave where they lay me low
G
Catholic girl, pray for me

You're my only hope for Heaven

C
When I's a boy
                                        G
I'd drink and love and smoke and snort my fill
C
But all the while
                                     G
I kept in mind the Lords redeeming grace
D
High on the hill where the fox horns blow
   C
And down in the city where the heathens go
 G
Catholic girl, pray for me

You're my only hope for Heaven

D
Do you reckon he lets Free Will
C                              G
Boys mope around in purgatory

C
I know that Hell
                                      G
Is just as real as I am surely breathin
               C
But Ive heard tale
                                          G
Of a middle ground, I think will work for me
 D
When the time has come for changin worlds
 C
I'll hedge my bets with a Catholic girl
G
Catholic girl, pray for me

You're my only hope for Heaven