Will you pray for me When the roots of the oak and my ribcage are braidin'? If I can think Lord knows that I will fondly pray for you ♪ High on the hill where the fox horns blow And down in the grave where they lay me low Catholic girl, pray for me You're my only hope for Heaven ♪ When I was a boy I'd drink and love, smoke and snort my fill But all the while I kept in mind the Lord's redeemin' grace ♪ High on the hill where the fox horns blow And down in the city where the heathens go Catholic girl, pray for me You're my only hope for Heaven ♪ Do you reckon He lets free-will boys Mope around in Purgatory? ♪ I know that Hell Is just as real as I am surely breathin' But I've heard tell Of a middle ground I think could work for me When the time has come for changin' worlds I'll hedge my bets with a Catholic girl Catholic girl, pray for me