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 Nights There To Remind Me
of The Guns And The Early Graves
the Ghosts Appear As I Fall Asleep
to Sing An Outlaws Serenade

dyin Aint Much Of A Livin
when Youre Livin On The Run
dyin Aint Much Of A Livin For The Young
is It Too Late To Ask For Forgiveness
for The Things That I Have Done
dyin Aint Much Of A Livin For The Young

oh... The Deserts Been A Friend To Me
it Covers Me By Night
and A Snakebites Not My Enemy
but It Taught Me How To Fight

all This Fame Dont 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 Aint Much Of A Livin
when Youre Livin On The Run
dyin Aint Much Of A Livin For The Young
is It Too Late To Ask For Forgiveness
for The Things That I Have Done
dyin Aint Much Of A Livin For The Young
na...

and I Hope Someone Will Pray For Me
when Its My Turn To Die... Pray For Me

dyin Aint Much Of A Livin
when Youre Livin On The Run
dyin Aint Much Of A Livin For The Young
is It Too Late To Ask For Forgiveness
for The Things That I Have Done
dyin Aint Much Of A Livin For The Young
na...