Dyin' Ain't Much of a Livin'

A whiskey bottle comforts me
And tells me not to cry
While a full moon says a prayer for me
I try to close my eyes

But the night's there to remind me
Of the guns and the early graves
The ghosts appear as I fall asleep
To sing an outlaw's serenade

Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
When you're livin' on the run
Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
For the young

Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done
Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
For the young

Desert's been a friend to me
It covers me by night
And a snakebite's not my enemy
But it taught me how to fight

All this fame don't bring you freedom
Though it wears a thin disguise
When an outlaw is just a man to me
And a man has to die

Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
When you're livin' on the run
Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
For the young

Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done
Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
For the young

Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na

And I hope someone will pray for me
When it's my turn to die, pray for me

Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
When you're livin' on the run
Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
For the young

Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done
Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
For the young

Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
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