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...



Solo



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