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  whiskey bottle comforts me
  tells me not to cry
 While  full moon says a prayer for me
 I try to  my eyes
 
 But the night's  to remind me
 Of the guns and the  graves
 The ghosts appear as I  asleep
 To sing an outlaw's 
 
 Dyin'  much of a livin'
 When you're  on the run
 Dyin' ain't much of  livin' for the young
 Is  too late to ask for forgiveness
 For the things that  have done
 Dyin' ain't much of a livin'  the young
 
  desert's been a friend to me
 It covers me by 
 And a snakebite's not  enemy
 But it taught me  to fight
 
 All this fame don't bring  freedom
 Though it wears a  disguise
 When an outlaw is  a man to me
 And a  has to die
 
 Dyin' ain't much of a 
 When  livin' on the run
 Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the 
 Is  too late to ask for forgiveness
 For the things that I  done
 Dyin' ain't much of a  for the young
 
 Solo
 
 And  hope someone will pray for me
 When it's my turn to  pray for me
 
 Chorus