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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' ain't much of a livin'
When youre 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

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' ain't much of a livin'
When youre 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

Solo

And I hope someone will pray for me
When its my turn to die... pray for me

Chorus

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