Dm                           G
A whisky bottle comforts me
         C                     Am
And tells me not to cry
Dm                                       G
While af full moon says a prayer for me
   C                            Am
I try to close my eyes

Dm                                     G
But the night's there to remind me
            C                               Am
Of the guns and the early graves
         Dm                                  G
The ghosts appear as I fall asleep
        C                        Am
To sing an outlaw's serenade

Dm                               G
Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
                       C                   Am
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 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