Capo 1 A5 E5 F5 C5 There was a Camptown man who used to plow and sing A5 E5 F5 C5 He loved that mule and the mule loved him A5 E5 F5 C5 When the day got long as it does about now A5 E5 F5 C5 I'd hear him singing to his muley cow C5 Calling come on my sweet old girl C5 I?d bet the whole damn world C5 E5 C5 F5 G5 G5 We?re gonna make it yet to the end of the row A5 E5 F5 C5 Singing hard times ain?t gonna rule my mind A5 E5 F5 C5 Hard times ain?t gonna rule my mind, Bessie A5 E5 F5 G5 Hard times ain?t gonna rule? my mind C5 No more 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