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A whiskey bottle comforts meAnd tells me not to cryWhile a full moon says a prayer for meI try to close my eyesBut the night's there to remind meOf the guns and the early gravesThe ghosts appear as I fall asleepTo sing an outlaw's serenadeDyin' ain't much of a livin'When you're livin' on the runDyin' ain't much of a livin' for the youngIs it too late to ask for forgivenessFor the things that I have doneDyin' ain't much of a livin' for the youngThe desert's been a friend to meIt covers me by nightAnd a snakebite's not my enemyBut it taught me how to fightAll this fame don't bring you freedomThough it wears a thin disguiseWhen an outlaw is just a man to meAnd a man has to dieDyin' ain't much of a livin'When you're livin' on the runDyin' ain't much of a livin' for the youngIs it too late to ask for forgivenessFor the things that I have doneDyin' ain't much of a livin' for the youngAnd I hope someone will pray for meWhen it's my turn to die... PRAY FOR ME !!!Dyin' ain't much of a livin'When you're livin' on the runDyin' ain't much of a livin' for the youngIs it too late to ask for forgivenessFor the things that I have doneDyin' ain't much of a livin' for the youngmore