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There was a Camptown Amman who used Em7to plow and sing F C Am He loved that muleEm7 and the mule lFoved him C When the day got Amlong as Em7it does aFbout now C Am I'd hear him singEm7ing to his muFley cow C
Calling comeC on my sweet old girl CI'd bet the whole damn world CWe're gonna make itEm7 yet Cto the end of Fthe row G G7
Singing hard Amtimes ain'tEm7 gonna rule myF mind C AmHard times Em7ain't gonna ruFle my mind, CBessie AmHard times Em7ain't gonna ruFle… my mind G No morCe
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