It's Saturday evening
I sit by the phone
Planning to call you
'Cause I'm all alone
I hesitate even though I can't wait
To hear your whispering words
Is someone there with you
Or are you asleep
Have you gone out dancing
Or nightshift this week
I still hesitate even though I can't wait
To hear your whispering words
If you'd pick up the phone I would tell you
The most beautiful words I know
If you'd answer now I would say it to you
Over and over again
Now I have the courage to give it a try
I dial your number but it's occupied
It's getting late and I still have to wait
To hear your whispering wordsWoody Guthrie
Chorus:
Well, it's hard. Ain't it hard? Ain't it hard (oh, yes) to love one who never
did love you.
Well, it's hard. Ain't it hard? Ain't it hard, great God, to love one who never
will be true?
Well, there is a house in this old town. That's where my true love lays around.
She sits down upon another's knee (do tell) and tells him what she never will
tell me.
(Chorus)
The first time I seen my true love she was a-standin' by my door,
And the last time I seen her false-hearted smile, she was dead on that bar room
floor! (Poor girl!)
(Chorus)
Well, who's gonna kiss your ruby lips? (Not you, sweetie!) Who's gonna hold
your little hand? (Hand?)
Who's gonna do, well, you know what, when I'm down in that promised land? (I
will!)
(Chorus)
Well, don't go drinkin' and gamblin'. Don't go there your sorrows for to drown.
This hard liquor place is a low-down disgrace. It's the meanest damn place in
this town!
(Chorus)