Dyin' ain't much of a livi
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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
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
Solo
And
I
hope
someone
will
pray
for
me
when
it's
my
turn
to
die...pray
for
me
Chorus:
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
Autor: Jon Bon Jovi
Autor tekstu: Jon Bon Jovi
Autor muzyki: Jon Bon Jovi