Dyin' Ain't Much Of A Livin' lyrics

[Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock:]

"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

Oh, 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

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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 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

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