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