Oh, the road of love is rocky,
and it's lonely, and so blue,
When the one you dream of,
Well, I laughed the day she left me,
said she'd come back in awhile,
But for every inch I've laughed,
It's a mighty lonesome feeling,
when you go to bed at night;
And there's nothing but a memory,
and a pillow on your right.
Oh, if men were born to suffer,
then I guess I'm right in style,
Cause for every inch I've laughed,
Well, I laughed and said a new
love would be easy to find;
I was right, they're so easy,
As I travel down life's highway,
it hardly seems worthwhile,
That for every inch I've laughed,
It's a mighty lonesome feeling,
when you go to bed at night;
And there's nothing but a memory,
and a pillow on your right.
Oh, if men were born to suffer,
then I guess I'm right in style,
Cause for every inch I've laughed,
