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