Letras
There was a Camptown man, used to plow and sing
He loved that mule and the mule loved him
And when the day got long, as it does about now
I'd hear him sing to his muley cow
Calling, "Come on, sweet old girl
I bet the whole damn world
We're gonna make it, yeah
To the end of the road"
Singing, "Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind
Listen, 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
Yeah, they were supping on tears, they were supping on wine
We all get to heaven in our own sweet time
So come on, all you Asheville boys
Turn up your old time noise
Kick it 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 cigarette store
I guess he lost that knack, he forgot that song
Woke up one morning and his mule was gone
So come on, you ragtime kings
Come on, you dogs, and sing
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
Shit, hard times ain't gonna rule my mind
No more"