Gillian Welch, Hard Times Lyrics

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Gillian Welch - Hard Times Lyrics


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
Iíd hear him singing to his muley cow

Callin come on my sweet old girl
Iíd bet the whole damn world
Weíre gonna make it yet to the end of the road

Singing hard times
Ainít gonna ruin my mind
Hard times
Ainít gonna ruin my mind, Bessie
Hard times
Ainít gonna ruin
My mind
No more

I said itís a mean old world
Heavy in need
And that big machine is just a-pickin up speed
And weíre suppin on tears
And weíre 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
Ainít gonna ruin my mind, brother
Hard times
Ainít gonna ruin my mind
Hard times
Ainít gonna ruin
My mind
No more

But the camptown man
He doesnít plow no more
I seen him walking down to the superette 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
Ainít gonna ruin my mind, honey
Hard times
Ainít gonna ruin my mind, sugar
Hard times
Ainít gonna ruin
My mind
No more

[Thanks to Chris A. for lyrics]


[Thanks to Phil Hogan for corrections]


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