Danny Ketch (heavensfool) wrote in wariscomingcom, @ 2011-12-17 14:36:00 |
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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