Tyler Childers - Purgatory

^CWill you pray for me When the roots of the oak And my ribcage are b^Graidin ^CIf I can think Lord knows that I will fondly pray for ^Gyou H^Digh on the hill where the fox horns blow A^Cnd down in the grave where they lay me low ^GCatholic girl, pray for me

^CWhen I's a boy I'd drink and love and smoke and snort m^Gy fill ^CBut all the while I kept in mind the Lords redeeming gr^Gace ^DHigh on the hill where the fox horns blow And^C down in the city where the heathens go C^Gatholic girl, pray for me

^DDo you reckon he lets Free Will ^CBoys mope around in purgatory ^G

^CI know that Hell Is just as real as I am surely breathi^Gn But Ive heard t^Cale Of a middle ground, I think will work for ^Gme W^Dhen the time has come for changin worlds I^C'll hedge my bets with a Catholic girl ^GCatholic girl, pray for me