Dyin' Ain't Much of a Livin'

A whisky 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 snake bite'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

And an outlaw is just a man to me

And a man has to die

Oh, 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 somebody'll 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

Na, na, na, na...