Whiskey bottle comforts me
While a full moon says a prayer for
me tried to close my eyes
But the nights, they ought to remind me
Of the guns and the earth agrees
The ghosts appear as I fall asleep
Singing, I've lost serenade
Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
When you're living on the run
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done
Dying ain't much of a living for the young
Desert's been a friend to me,
And a snake bite'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 you're living on the run
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
for the things that I have done?
Dyin' ain't much of a liv
Love's a better proof of me,
Dying ain't much of a living
When you're living on the run
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done
Ah -ah, ah -ah, ah -ah -ah