(Laryy Locke)      Her pretty sad eyes, glisten from a tear about to fall   When you're hurtin', don't the time moves slow   Her soft warm fingers trace a tear along my cheek   She sure does make it hard to go.      Her sweet lips softly whisper how much she wants me now   She's not at least too ashamed to let it show   And I feel her hand that tremble, that's holdin' on to me   She sure does make it hard to go.      Leaving her was the saddest thing, I guess I'll ever do   The way I'm hurtin', only heaven knows   And knowing when I'm gone, missing her will be much worse   That sure does make it hard to go.      --- Instrumental ---      We know that it's the last time to ever meet like this   Don't it hurt to reep the seeds you sow   I'll hold her to me gently for just one more goodbye   She sure does make it hard to go.      Leaving her was the saddest thing, I guess I'll ever do   The way I'm hurtin', only heaven knows   And knowing when I'm gone, missing her will be much worse   That sure does make it hard to go.   That sure does make it hard to go...