C D
A whiskey bottle comforts me
G C
and tells me not to cry
Am D
while a full moon says a prayer for me
C E
I try to close my eyes.
C D
But the night´s there to remind me
G C
of the guns and early graves
Am D
the ghost´s appear as I fall asleep
C D G G7
to sing an outlaw´s serenade
Ref.:
C D
Dyin´ ain´t much of a livin´
G Em
when you livin´on the run
Am D Em
dyin´ ain´t much of a livin´ for the young.
C D
is it too late to ask for forgiveness
G Em
for the things that I have done
Am D G D
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 man to me
and a man has to die.
Ref.: Dyin´ ain´t much of a livin´
G Em G Em G Em D C
I hope someone will pray for me
when it´s my turn to die... pray for me
Ref.: Dyin´ ain´t much of a livin´
G Em G C G D G C G D