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