Dyin' Ain't Much of a Living Songtext
von Jon Bon Jovi

A whisky 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