Hard Times

Hard Times - Gillian Welch

There was a camp town 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

Calling "Come on my sweet old girl

And I'd bet the whole damn world

We're gonna make it

Yet to the end of the row"

Singing "Hard times ain't

Gonna rule my mind

Hard times ain't gonna rule

My mind Bessie

Hard times ain't gonna rule

My mind no more"

Said it's a mean old world heavy in need

That big machine is just picking up speed

They were supping on tears

They were supping on wine

We all get to heaven in our own sweet time

So come all you Asheville boys

And turn up your old-time noise

And kick 'til 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 camp town 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 on 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

Rule my mind honey

Hard times ain't gonna rule

My mind sugar

Hard times ain't gonna rule

My mind no more"