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
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
All this fame don´t 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 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
Solo
And I hope someone will pray for me When it´s my turn to die... pray for me