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A Dmwhisky bottle cGomforts me
And tAmells me not to cCry
While a fDmull moon says a pGrayer for me
I tAmry to close my eEyes
But the nDmight's there to rGemind me
Of the Amguns and the early gCraves
The gDmhosts appear as I Gfall asleep
To sing an Amoutlaw's sDerenaGde Gm
DmDyin' ain't much of a livGin'
When you're Amlivin' on the rCun
DmDyin' ain't much of a lGivin' ... for the yAmoung
Is it too laDmte to ask for forgiGveness
For the Amthings that I have dCone
DmDyin' ain't much of a lCivin' ... for the yGoung Am C
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 has to die
AmAnd I hope someone will pray for me
CWhen it's my turn to die ... pray for me Dm
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