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Hard Times (chord transcription)
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Written by Gillian Welch/Dave Rawling
(capo at 1st fret; C = Db)
C
F C F C
There was a Camptown Man, used to plow and sing
Am C F C
And he loved that mule and the mule loved him
F C F C
When the day got long as it does about nowAm C F C
I'd hear him singing to his mule cowC
Calling, "Come on my sweet old girl, and I'd bet the whole damn world
C G
That we're gonna make it yet to the end of the road"Am C/B F C
Singing hard times ain't gonna rule my mindAm C/B F C
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, BessieAm C/B F G C
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 a-picking up speed
They were supping on tears, they were supping on wine
We all get to heaven in our own sweet timeSo come all you Asheville boys and turn up your old-time noise
And kick 'til 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
Guess he lost that knack and he forgot that song
Woke up one morning and the mule was gone
So come on, you ragtime kings, and come on, you dolls, and sing
And 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, sugar
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind no more -
Hard Times - Gillian Welch / David Rawlings
DR Capo 1 Am G F C
Am G F C (x4) C Am C F G
CHORUS Am G F C (x2) Am G F G C C
There was a Am Camptown G Man, used to F plow and C sing
Am And he loved that G mule and the F mule loved C him
When the Am day got G long as it F does about C now
Am I'd hear him G singing to his F mule C cow
Calling, C "Come on my sweet old girl, and I'd bet the whole damn world
That C we're gonna Am make it C yet to the F end of the G road"
Singing Am hard times G ain't gonna F rule my C mind
Am Hard times G ain't gonna F rule my C mind, Bessie
Am Hard times G ain't gonna F rule my G mind no C more
Said it's a mean old world, heavy in need
That big machine is just a-picking up speed
They were supping on tears, they were supping on wine
We all get to heaven in our own sweet time
So come all you Asheville boys and turn up your old-time noise
And C kick 'til the Am dust comes C up from the F cracks in the G floor
Singing, Am hard times G ain't gonna F rule my C mind, brother
Am Hard times G ain't gonna F rule my C mind
Am Hard times G ain't gonna F rule my G mind no C more
But the Camptown Man, he doesn't plow no more
I seen him walking down to the cigarette store
Guess he lost that knack and he forgot that song
Woke up one morning and the mule was gone
So come on, you ragtime kings, and come on, you dolls, and sing
And C pick up the Am dusty old C horn and F give it a G blow
Playing, Am hard times G ain't gonna F rule my C mind, honey
Am Hard times G ain't gonna F rule my C mind, sugar
Am Hard times G ain't gonna F rule my G mind no C more -
Banjo version
Hard Times - Gillian Welch / David Rawlings
GW Capo 1 Am G F C C E7
Banjo capo 6? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgMjO_hiqig />
There was a Em Camptown D Man, used to C plow and G sing
And 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 mule cow G
Calling, G "Come on my sweet old girl, and I'd bet the whole damn world
That G we're gonna Em make it G yet to the C end of the D road"
Singing Em hard times D ain't gonna C rule my G mind
Em Hard times D ain't gonna C rule my G mind, Bessie
Em Hard times D ain't gonna C rule my D mind no G more
Said it's a mean old world, heavy in need
That big machine is just a-picking up speed
They were supping on tears, they were supping on wine
We all get to heaven in our own sweet time
So come all you Asheville boys and turn up your old-time noise
And kick 'til 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
Guess he lost that knack and he forgot that song
Woke up one morning and the mule was gone
So come on, you ragtime kings, and come on, you dolls, and sing
And 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, sugar
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind no more -
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Hmm, or knack for staying positive. My mind jumped to "cigarette store" and "nag," so it never occurred to me to listen for anything else. I'll have a close listen today. Perhaps the person who wakes up one morning to find the mule gone is the narrator, rather than the Camptown man. Hadn't thought of that.
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sarahct said:
It IS superette store:)I totally hear that too now. I also her knack pretty clearly I think.
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agree with musso & frank. go here and have a look - this is a place in LA that definitely dave likes to go (gave an interview there we read, ate a plate of clams): http://www.mussoandfrankgrill.com/
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