Hard Times
Gillian Welch Lyrics


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There was a camp town man, used to plow and 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
Calling, "Come on my sweet old girl, and I'll bet the whole damn world
That we're gonna make it yet to the end of the row"

Singing "Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, Bessie
Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind no more"

Said it's a mean old world, heavy in need
And that big machine is just picking up speed
And we're supping on tears, and we're 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 camp town 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 dogs, and sing
And pick up a 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"

Overall Meaning

The song 'Hard Times' by Gillian Welch starts with a description of a camp town man who used to plow and sing. He shares a deep bond with his mule, and as the day gets long, and work gets tough, he sings to his mule to keep his spirits high. The man is determined, sharing that he would bet the whole world that he and his mule will make it to the end of the row. He then sings the chorus where he vows that hard times aren't going to rule his mind anymore. He emphasizes that hard times won't break him, singing to his mule that their love for each other will help them overcome anything.


The lyrics then shift to the state of the world, describing it as a mean, cruel place, where we consume tears and wine. Despite this, the singer emphasizes that everyone will eventually make it to heaven in their own sweet time. To ward off hard times, the singer calls upon the boys from Asheville to turn up their old-time noise and kick until dust comes up from the cracks in the floor. Then the chorus repeats, stating that hard times won't rule his mind, and he is determined to keep going despite the difficulties.


The song comes to an end with a sad realization that the camp town man doesn't plow anymore. The singer has seen him walking down to the cigarette store, showing that he has lost his purpose and motivation. The man forgot his song, and his mule is gone. Despite this, the singer calls upon ragtime kings and dogs to come and sing and blow their old horns. The chorus repeats again, remaining hopeful, declaring that hard times don't have to rule their minds anymore.


Line by Line Meaning

There was a camp town man, used to plow and sing
There was a man from a small rural town who used to work hard and sing while tending to his mule.


And he loved that mule and the mule loved him
The man and his mule had a close and affectionate relationship.


When the day got long as it does about now
When the day would drag on with weariness, as it tends to do.


I'd hear him singing to his mule cow
I would hear the man singing to his mule, a sign of his devotion and contentment.


Calling, "Come on my sweet old girl, and I'll bet the whole damn world That we're gonna make it yet to the end of the row"
He would encourage the mule with kindness and confidence, promising they would both succeed in their hard work together.


Singing "Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind, Bessie Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind no more"
Despite the struggles and pain of life, he refuses to let his mind be consumed by hardship and instead chooses to remain strong and hopeful.


Said it's a mean old world, heavy in need And that big machine is just picking up speed And we're supping on tears, and we're supping on wine We all get to heaven in our own sweet time
Life can be harsh and unforgiving, and the challenges of the modern world seem to be accumulating quickly. We endure suffering and try to find solace where we can, but we can only hope to find our own version of happiness in the time we have.


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
In the face of the difficult times, let's come together and make our voices heard, celebrating our culture and making a stand against the oppressive forces around us.


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"
We will not let the pain and sorrow of the world control our thoughts or our lives.


But the camp town 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
The man's days of hard work and well-being have ended, and he now spends his days idly wandering and smoking cigarettes. He has lost his spark and forgotten the song of his life, and his mule, his loyal companion, is no longer with him.


So come on, you ragtime kings, and come on, you dogs, and sing And pick up a 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"
So let's come together again, all you fellow musicians and friends, and make a joyful noise against the pain and misfortune that would control us. We will stand strong and refuse to be defeated by the hardships of life.




Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Written by: David Todd Rawlings, Gillian Howard Welch

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