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