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There was a
Am
camp
town
G
man,
used to p
F
low
and s
C
ing
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
muley
C
cow
C
Calling,
"Come on my sweet old girl,
I'd bet the whole damn world, that
we're gonna
Dm
make
it
C/E
yet
to the end of the
G
road"
Gsus
G
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
G
my
mind no
C
more
Cma7
Said it's a
Am
mean
old
G
world,
F
heavy
in
C
need
Am
That
big mac
G
hine
is just a
F
picking
up
C
speed
They were
Am
supping
on
G
tears,
they were
F
supping
on
C
wine
Am
We
all get to
G
heaven
in our
F
own
sweet
C
time
C
So
come all you Asheville boys
'n turn up your old-time noise
'n kick 'til the dust
Dm
comes
C/E
up
from the cracks in the
G
flo
Gsus
or
G
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
Am
camptown
G
man,
he doesn't
F
plow
no
C
more
Am
I
seen him
G
walking
down to the
F
superette
C
store
Guess he
Am
lost
that
G
knack
and he
F
forgot
that
C
song
Am
Woke
up one
G
morning
and the
F
mule
was
C
gone
C
So
come all you ragtime kings,
'n come on you dogs and sing
'n pick up the
Dm
dusty
old
C/E
horn
and give it a
G
blo
Gsus
w
G
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
Cma7