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There was a camptown man Used to plow and sing 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 muley cow Come on my sweet old girl And I'd bet the whole damn world We're going to make it yet Til the end of the road Sayin' hard times, ain't going to ruin my mind Hard times, ain't going to ruin my mind I say hard times, ain't going to ruin our mind, no more Said it's a mean old world Heavy and need That big machine is just a picking up speed They were sipping on tears They were sipping on wine We all get to Heaven in our own sweet time So come on you Ashville boys Turn up the old time noise And kick til the dust comes up From the cracks in the floor Sayin' hard times, ain't going to ruin my mind Hard times, ain't going to ruin my mind Hard times, ain't going to ruin our mind, no more But the camptown man He doesn't plow no more I seen him walking down to the cigarette store I guess lost that knack and he forgot that song Woke up one morning and the mule was gone So come on you ragged on kings Come on you dogs and sing And pick up the dust of ? Sayin' hard times, ain't going to ruin my mind Honey, hard times, ain't going to ruin my mind Sugar, hard times, ain't going to ruin our minds, no more |