There is a house in this old town,
And that's where my [bad word] love lays around.
And he takes other women right down on his knee
And he tells them a little tale he won't tell me.
 [bad word] 
It's a-hard and it's hard, ain't it hard
To love one that never did love you?
It's a-hard, and it's hard, ain't it hard, great God,
To love one that never will be [bad word] 

First time I seen my [bad word] love
He was walkin' by my door.
The next time I saw his false hearted smile
He was layin' dead and cold on floor.

Don't go to drinkin' or to gamblin',
Don't go there your sorrows to drown.
That hard-liquor place is a low-down disgrace,
It's the meanest old place in this town

Well, who's goin' to kiss [bad word] lips,
And who's goin' to hold you to his breast?
And who will talk your future over
While I'm out ramblin' in the West?