| There is a house in this old town
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| And that’s where my true love lays around
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| And he takes other women right down on his knee
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| And he tells them a little tale he won’t tell me
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| It’s a-hard and it’s hard, ain’t it hard
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| To love one that never did love you?
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| It’s a-hard, and it’s hard, ain’t it hard, great God
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| To love one that never will be true?
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| First time I seen my true Iove
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| He was walkin' by my door
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| Last time l seen his false hearted smile
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| He was dead on his coolin' board
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| Don’t go to drinkin' and gamblin'
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| Don’t go there your sorrows to drown
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| That hard-liquor place is a low-down disgrace
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| It’s the meanest damn place in this town
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| Well, who’s goin' to kiss your ruby lips
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| And who’s goin' to hold you to their breast?
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| And who will talk your future over
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| While I’m ramblin' in the West? |