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...
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 [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 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 this disguise When an outlaw is just a man to me And a man has to die [Chorus:] [Solo] And I hope someone will pray for me When it's my turn to die... pray for me [Chorus:]
writers: BON JOVI, JON
copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
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