Dyin' Ain't Much of a Livin' Lyrics

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
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 thin 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
Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na
And I hope someone will pray for me When it's my turn to die, pray for me
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
Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na ...