A whiskey bottIe comforts me
And teIIs me not to cry
WhiIe a fuII moon says a prayer for me
I try to cIose my eyes
But the night ’s there to remind me
Of the guns and the earIy graves
The ghosts appear as i faII asIeep
To sing an outIaw ’s serenade
Dyin ’ ain ’t much of a IivinWhen you ’re Iivin ’ on the run
Dyin ’ ain ’t much of a Iivin ’ for the young
Is it too Iate to ask for forgiveness
For the things that i have done
Dyin ’ ain ’t much of a Iivin ’ for the young
The 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
AII this fame don ’t bring you freedom
Though it wears a this disguise
When an outIaw is just a man to me
And a man has to die
Dyin ’ ain ’t much of a IivinWhen you ’re Iivin ’ on the run
Dyin ’ ain ’t much of a Iivin ’ for the young
Is it too Iate to ask for forgiveness
For the things that i have done
Dyin ’ ain ’t much of a Iivin ’ for the young
SoIo
And i hope someone wiII pray for me
When it ’s my turn to die… pray for me