It's hard, and it's hard, ain't it hard To love one who never will love you, It's hard, and it's hard, ain't it hard, Great God, to love one who never will be true. There is a place in this old town, And that's where my true love hangs around, And he takes other women down on his knee, For to tell them what he never does tell me. Don't go there a-drinking and a-gambling, Don't go there your sorrows for to drown. That hard likker place is a low-down disgrace, It's the meanest damn' place in this town. The first time I saw my true love, He was standing in the door. And the last time I saw his false-hearted face, He was dead on the bar room floor.