[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
For the youngenter added
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done ?
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for
For the young
Oh... the desert'sDesert'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
AndWhen an outlaw is just a man to me
And a man has to die
Oh, dyin'Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
When you're livin' on the run
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for
For the youngenter added
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done ?
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for
For the young
na...
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na

And I hope someone will pray for me
When it's my turn to die... 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
For the youngenter added
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done ?
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for
For the young
na...
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
...