Capo 1 There was a Camptown e He said it's a big old world, heavy in need That big machine is just a-picking up speed We're supping on tears and we're supping on wine But we all get to heaven in our own sweet time So come on you Asheville boys Turn up your old time noise Kick till 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 plo (guitaretab.com)