Some
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 a
back
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
mornin'
when
the
sun
didn't
shine
I
picked
up my
shovel
and I
walked
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
mornin',
it
was
drizzlin'
rain
Fightin'
and
trouble
are
my
middle
name
I was
raised
in
the
canebrake
by an
ol'
mama
lion
Cain'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
comin',
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