Lyrics:

[josiah Gordon 'doc' Scurlock]
'you Rode A 15 Year Old Boy Straight To His Grave And The Rest Of Us Straight To Hell.'

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

oh... 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
and An Outlaw Is Just A Man To Me
and A Man Has To Die

oh, 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
na...

and I Hope Someone Will Pray For Me
when It's My Turn To Die... Pray For Me

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
na...