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A whisky bottle comforts me
and tells me not to cry
While a full moon say's 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...

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

Dyin ain t...

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