Hard Times

Lyrics for Hard Times

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 mule cow Singing, "Come on my sweet old girl And I'll bet the whole wide world That 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 And that big machine, it just keep picking up speed Well, we're supping on tears, and we're supping on wine We'll all get to heaven in our own sweet time So come on, 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 saw him walking down to the cigarette store Guess he lost that knack and forgot that song Woke up this morning and the mule was gone So come on, you ragtime kings, and come on, you dogs, and sing And pick up a 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" No more, no more, no more