Woody Guthrie - Hard Aint It Hard Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
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1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
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1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
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5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
4
         
         
         
         
         
1
X
2
4
3
X
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
4
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
4

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
1
4
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
2
No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
CThere is a house in tFhis old town, WheCre my true love lays aG7round, Well, he (she) Ctakes other women (men) right Fdown on his (her) knee, And he (she) Ctells them a little G7tale that he (she) won't tell Cme.

Chorus

It's hard and it's hard, ain't it Fhard, To lovCe one that never did love G7you. It's Chard and it's hard, ain't it hFard, great God, To loCve one that G7never will be Ctrue. 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


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