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