Sixteen Tons

Sonme people say a man is made outta mud.

A poor man's made outta muscle and blood.

Muscle and blood and skin and bones.

A mind that's a weak and aback that's strong.

You load sixteen tons,what do you get.

Another day older and deeper in debt.

Saint Peter,don't you call me.

Cause I can't go.

I owe my soul to the company store.

I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine.

I picked up my shovel and I walk to the mine.

I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal.

And the straw boss said,well,a bless my soul.

You load sixteen tons,what do you get.

Another day older and deeper in debt.

Saint Peter,don't you call me.

Cause I can't go.

I owe my soul to the company store.

I was born one morning,it was drizzling rain.

Fighting and trouble are my middle name.

I was raised in the canebrake by an old mum lion.

Can't no a high toned woman make me walk the line.

You load sixteen tons,what do you get.

Another day older and deeper in debt.

Saint Peter,don't you call me.

Cause I can't go.

I owe my soul to the company store.

If you see me coming, better step aside

A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died.

One fist of iron, the other of steel.

If the right one don't a-get you Then the left one will.

You load sixteen tons, what do you get.

Another day older and deeper in debt.

Saint Peter don't you call me,cause I can't go.

I owe my soul to the company store.