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
