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 nights there to remind me
Of the guns and the early graves
The ghosts appear as I fall asleep
To sing an outlaws serenade
Dyin aint much of a livin
When youre livin on the run
Dyin aint much of a livin for the young
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done
Dyin aint much of a livin for the young
The deserts been a friend to me
It covers me by night
And a snakebites not my enemy
But it taught me how to fight
All this fame dont bring you freedom
Though it wears a this disguise
When an outlaw is just a man to me
And a man has to die
Dyin aint much of a livin
When youre livin on the run
Dyin aint much of a livin for the young
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done
Dyin aint much of a livin for the young
Solo
And I hope someone will pray for me
When its my turn to die... pray for me
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