Dyin’ Ain’t Much Of A Livin’ Blaze Of Glory 1990 (J. 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 serenard.

Dyin’ ain’t much of a livin’, when you’re livin’ on the run,
Dyin’ ain’t much of a living 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 they 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 thin disguise,
When an outlaw is just a man to me, and a man had to die.

Dyin’ ain’t much of a livin’, when you’re livin’ on the run,
Dyin’ ain’t much of a living 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 they young.

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.

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