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 A whiskey bottle comforts 
  tells me not to cry
 While  full moon says a prayer for me
 I  to close my eyes
 
 But  night's there to remind me
 Of the guns and the early 
 The ghosts appear as  fall asleep
 To sing an outlaw's 
 
 Dyin' ain't much of  livin'
  you're livin' on the run
 Dyin' ain't much of a livin'  the young
  it too late to ask for forgiveness
 For the things that  have done
  ain't much of a livin' for the young
 
 The desert's been a  to me
 It covers me  night
  a snakebite's not my enemy
 But  taught me how to fight
 
 All this  don't bring you freedom
 Though it  a this disguise
 When an outlaw is just a  to me
 And a man has  die
 
 Dyin' ain't much of  livin'
  you're livin' on the run
 Dyin'  much of a livin' for the young
 Is it too late  ask for forgiveness
 For  things that I have done
 Dyin'  much of a livin' for the young
 
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 And  hope someone will pray for me
 When it's my turn to die...  for me
 
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