Hard Times
Gillian WelchVersion1
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There was a Camptown man who used to plow and sing
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
Calling come on my sweet old girl
Id bet the whole damn world
Were gonna make it yet to the end of the row
Singing hard times aint gonna rule my mind
Hard times aint gonna rule my mind, Bessie
Hard times aint gonna rule
my mind
No more
He said it's a big old world, heavy in need
That big machine is just a-picking up speed
We're supping on tears and we're supping on wine
But we all get to heaven in our own sweet time
So come on you Asheville boys
Turn up your old time noise
Kick till the dust comes up from the cracks in the floor
Singing hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, brother
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind
No more
But the Camptown man he doesn't plow no more
I seen him walking down to the superette store
Guess he lost that nag and he forgot that song
Woke up one morning and the mule was gone
So come all ye ragtime kings
Come on you dogs that sing
Pick up your dusty old horn and give it a blow
Singing hard times ain't gonna rule my mind
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, sugar
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind
No more
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Readable chord sheet for Hard Times by Gillian Welch
There was a Camptown [Am]man who used [Em7]to plow and sing [F] [C] [Am] He loved that mule[Em7] and the mule l[F]oved him [C] When the day got [Am]long as [Em7]it does a[F]bout now [C] [Am] I'd hear him sing[Em7]ing to his mu[F]ley cow [C] Calling come[C] on my sweet old girl [C]Id bet the whole damn world [C]Were gonna make it[Em7] yet [C]to the end of [F]the row [G] [G7] Singing hard [Am]times aint[Em7] gonna rule my[F] mind [C] [Am]Hard times [Em7]aint gonna ru[F]le my mind, [C]Bessie [Am]Hard times [Em7]aint gonna ru[F]le [G] my mind No mor[C]e He said it's a big old world, heavy in need That big machine is just a-picking up speed We're supping on tears and we're supping on wine But we all get to heaven in our own sweet time So come on you Asheville boys Turn up your old time noise Kick till the dust comes up from the cracks in the floor Singing hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, brother Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind No more But the Camptown man he doesn't plow no more I seen him walking down to the superette store Guess he lost that nag and he forgot that song Woke up one morning and the mule was gone So come all ye ragtime kings Come on you dogs that sing Pick up your dusty old horn and give it a blow Singing hard times ain't gonna rule my mind Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, sugar Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind No more