| C | F | |
| There is a house in t | his old town, |
| C | G7 | |
| Whe | re my true love lays a | round, |
| C | F | |
| Well, he (she) | takes other women (men) right | down on his (her) knee, |
| C | G7 | C | |
| And he (she) | tells them a little | tale that he (she) won't tell | me. |
| Chorus |
| F | |
| It's hard and it's hard, ain't it | hard, |
| C | G7 | |
| To lov | e one that never did love | you. |
| C | F | |
| It's | hard and it's hard, ain't it h | ard, great God, |
| C | G7 | C | |
| To lo | ve one that | never will be | true. |
| Well, the first time that I seen my true love, |
| He (she) was a-walkin' past my door, |
| And the last time I seen his (her) false-hearted smile, |
| He (she) was dead on his (her) coolin' board. |
| Chorus |
| Now don't go to drinkin' and a-gamblin' |
| Don't go there your sorrows to drown, |
| That hard liquor place is a low-down disgrace, |
| It's the meanest damn place in this town. |
| Chorus |
| Now who's a-gonna kiss your ruby lips, |
| And who's a-gonna hold you to their breast, |
| Who's a-gonna talk the future over, |
| While I'm a-ramblin' in the West? |
| Chorus |