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There was a Camptown Man, used to plow and singAnd he loved that mule and the mule loved himWhen the day got long as it does about nowI'd hear him singing to his mule cowCalling, "Come on my sweet old girl, and I'd bet the whole damn worldAnd we're gonna make it yet to the end of the road"Singing hard times ain't gonna rule my mindHard times ain't gonna rule my mind, BessieHard times ain't gonna rule my mind no moreSaid it's a mean old world, heavy in needThat big machine is just a-picking up speedThey were supping on tears, they were supping on wineWe all get to heaven in our own sweet timeSo come all you Asheville boys and turn up your old-time noiseAnd kick 'til the dust comes up from the cracks in the floorSinging, hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, brotherHard times ain't gonna rule my mindHard times ain't gonna rule my mind no moreBut the Camptown Man, he doesn't plow no moreI seen him walking down to the cigarette storeGuess he lost that knack and he forgot that songWoke up one morning and the mule was goneLetras de cancionesSo come on, you ragtime kings, and come on, you dolls, and singAnd pick up the dusty old horn and give it a blowPlaying, hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, honeyHard times ain't gonna rule my mind, sugarHard times ain't gonna rule my mind no more From Letras Mania