HARD AIN'T IT HARD (Testo di Woody Guthrie - musica basata su un motivo tradizionale) Firs time I seen my true love, He was a-walkin’ by my door, The last time I saw his false-hearted smile, Dead on his cooling board. lt’s a hard and it’s hard; ain’t it hard, To love one that never did love you; lt’s hard and it’s hard, ain’t it hard, great God, To love one that never will be true. There is a house in this town, Where my true love lays around. Takes other women right down on his knee, Tells them a tale he won’t tell me. Don’t go to drinking and gambling, Don’t go there your sorrows to drown; This hard liquor place, it’s a low-down disgrace, It’s the meanest damn place in this town. lt’s a hard and it’s hard; ain’t it hard, To love one that never did love you; lt’s hard and it’s hard, ain’t it hard, great God, To love one that never will be true. I was late last night when my True Love come in, Rapping, rapping, on my door; I jumped out in a fit of Jealousy Said, True Love don't knock here anymore. Woody Guthrie > canzoni > This Land Is Your Land - The Asch Recordings Vol 1