Ain't It Hard Songtext
von Mance Lipscomb
Ain't It Hard Songtext
Ain′t it hard, ain't it hard, ain′t it hard
Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, ain′t it hard
Ain′t it hard, ain't it hard
Man but you know it′s true
You can love some woman and it don't love you
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes I thinks my baby too good to die
Sometimes I think my baby too good to die
Then again I think she should be buried alive
Wonder where my friend done gone to
Wonder where my friend done gone
Went away in the fall, didn′t come back home at all
Why you went away and you stayed so long
Got a mother and father both dead and gone
My mother and father both dead and gone
Got a mother and father both dead and gone
And they left me in this wide world alone
Well the last word I heard mama say
When she lay on her dying bedside
Well the last word I heard my mother say before she died
"Son I don't want you to grieve and cry"
There′s one more kind favor I ask of you
One more kind favor I ask of you
When I'm dead son and sleeping in the ground
Would you see to my grave kept clean
When I'm dead and gone, dead and gone
I want you to dig my grave wide and deep
And two, three, four just to let me down
And someone to sing a song
Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, ain′t it hard
Ain′t it hard, ain't it hard
Man but you know it′s true
You can love some woman and it don't love you
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes I thinks my baby too good to die
Sometimes I think my baby too good to die
Then again I think she should be buried alive
Wonder where my friend done gone to
Wonder where my friend done gone
Went away in the fall, didn′t come back home at all
Why you went away and you stayed so long
Got a mother and father both dead and gone
My mother and father both dead and gone
Got a mother and father both dead and gone
And they left me in this wide world alone
Well the last word I heard mama say
When she lay on her dying bedside
Well the last word I heard my mother say before she died
"Son I don't want you to grieve and cry"
There′s one more kind favor I ask of you
One more kind favor I ask of you
When I'm dead son and sleeping in the ground
Would you see to my grave kept clean
When I'm dead and gone, dead and gone
I want you to dig my grave wide and deep
And two, three, four just to let me down
And someone to sing a song
Writer(s): Mance Lipscomb Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

