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Dyin Ain t Much Of A Livin lyrics
[Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock:]
"You rode a 15 year old boy straight to his grave and the rest of us straight to hell."
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
Oh... 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
And an outlaw is just a man to me
And a man has to die
Oh, 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
na...
And I hope someone will pray for me
When it s my turn to die... pray for me
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
na...
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