Gillian Welch
Gillian Welch - Hard Times lyrics
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There was a camptown man Used to plow and sing And he loved that mule and the mule loved him When the day got long As it does about now I’d hear him singing to his muley cow Callin come on my sweet old girl I’d bet the whole damn world We’re gonna make it yet to the end of the road Singing hard times Ain’t gonna ruin my mind Hard times Ain’t gonna ruin my mind, Bessie Hard times Ain’t gonna ruin My mind No more I said it’s a mean old world Heavy in need And that big machine is just a-pickin up speed And we’re suppin on tears And we’re suppin on wine We all get to heaven in our own sweet time So come all you Asheville boys Turn up your old time noise Kick til the dust comes up From the cracks in the floor Singing hard times Ain’t gonna ruin my mind, brother Hard times Ain’t gonna ruin my mind Hard times Ain’t gonna ruin My mind No more But the camptown man He doesn’t plow no more I seen him walking down to the cigarette store Guess he lost that knack And he forgot that song Woke up one morning and the mule was gone So come all you ragtime kings And come on you dogs and sing And Pick up the dusty old horn And give it a blow Playing hard times Ain’t gonna ruin my mind, honey Hard times Ain’t gonna ruin my mind, sugar Hard times Ain’t gonna ruin My mind No more