Dyin' Ain't Much of a Livin'
Dyin' Ain't Much of a Livin'
"You
rode a 15 year old boy straight to his grave and the rest of us straight to
hell."
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
Oh... 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 thin disguise
And an
outlaw is just a man to me
And a man
has to die
And I hope
someone will pray for me
When it's
my turn to die... pray for me
Na na na na...
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