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 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. 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.