DYIN' AIN'T MUCH OF A LIVIN'
JonBon Jovi
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 a sleep,
To sing an outlaw's serenade...
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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...
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[Solo]
And I hope someone will pray for me,
When it's my turn to die...
pray for me!
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