sábado, 13 de agosto de 2011

HARD TIMES, THE HEAD'S NATIONAL ANTHEM


Today
The fourth day of all Julys
God
In Who we trust
Blessed us all with our National Anthem

All together now...





There was a camp town 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
Calling "Come on my sweet old girl
I'd bet the whole damn world
That we're gonna make it yet
To the end of the road"

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
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 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 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