Gillian Welch – Hard Times (Guitar)

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There was a Camptown man, used to plow and sing

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   And he loved that mule and the mule loved him

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When the day got long as it does about now

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    I'd hear him singing to his muley cow

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Calling come on, my sweet old girl

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I'd bet the whole damn world

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And we're gonna make it yet to the end of the row

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Singing hard times ain't gonna rule my mind

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Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, Bessie

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Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind

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No more

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He said it's a big old world, heavy in need

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  That big machine is just a-picking up speed

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They were supping on tears and they were supping on wine

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  But we all get to heaven in our own sweet time

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So come all you Asheville boys

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And turn up your old time noise

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And kick till the dust comes up from the cracks in the floor

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Singing hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, brother

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Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind

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Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind

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No more

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But the Camptown man he doesn't plow no more

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   I seen him walking down to the cigarette store

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Guess he lost that knack and he forgot that song

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  Woke up one morning and the mule was gone

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So come all ye ragtime kings

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Come on you dogs that sing

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  Pick up your dusty old horn and give it a blow

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Playing hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, honey

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Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, sugar

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Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind

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No more