| Well, it’s hard. |
| Ain’t it hard? |
| Ain’t it hard, great God, to love one who never
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| will be true?
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| The first time I seen my true love she was a-standin' by my door
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| And the last time I seen her false-hearted smile, she was dead on that bar room
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| floor! |
| (Poor girl!)
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| Well, it’s hard. |
| Ain’t it hard? |
| Ain’t it hard (oh, yes) to love one who never
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| did love you
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| Well, it’s hard. |
| Ain’t it hard? |
| Ain’t it hard, great God, to love one who never
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| will be true?
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| Well, who’s gonna kiss your ruby lips? |
| (Not you, sweetie!) Who’s gonna hold
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| your little hand? |
| (Hand?)
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| Who’s gonna do, well, you know what, when I’m down in that promised land?
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| (I will!)
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| Well, it’s hard. |
| Ain’t it hard? |
| Ain’t it hard (oh, yes) to love one who never
|
| did love you
|
| Well, it’s hard. |
| Ain’t it hard? |
| Ain’t it hard, great God, to love one who never
|
| will be true?
|
| Well, don’t go drinkin' and gamblin'. |
| Don’t go there your sorrows for to drown
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| This hard liquor place is a low-down disgrace. |
| It’s the meanest damn place in
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| this town!
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| Well, it’s hard. |
| Ain’t it hard? |
| Ain’t it hard (oh, yes) to love one who never
|
| did love you
|
| Well, it’s hard. |
| Ain’t it hard? |
| Ain’t it hard, great God, to love one who never
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| will be true? |