Recorded by Hank Snow Oh, the road of love is rocky, and it's lonely, and so blue, When the one you dream of, walks on ahead of you. Well, I laughed the day she left me, said she'd come back in awhile, But for every inch I've laughed, I've cried a mile. 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, I've cried a mile. Well, I laughed and said a new love would be easy to find; I was right, they're so easy, and all the wrong kind. As I travel down life's highway, it hardly seems worthwhile, That for every inch I've laughed, I've cried a mile. 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, I've cried a mile.