Woody Guthrie
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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, there is a house in this old town. That's where my true love lays around.
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She sits down upon another's knee (do tell) and tells him what she never will
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tell me.
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(Chorus)
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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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(Chorus)
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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? (I
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will!)
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(Chorus)
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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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(Chorus)
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Hard, Ain't It Hard
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| Kingston Trio |
