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Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor manīs made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind thatīs a-weak and a back thatīs strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter donīt you call me īcause I canīt go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one morninī when the sun didnīt 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 īWell, a-bless my soulī
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter donīt you call me īcause I canīt go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one morninī, it was drizzlinī rain
Fightinī and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake* by an olī mama lion
Cainīt 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 donīt you call me īcause I canīt go
I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me cominī, better step aside
A lotta men didnīt, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one donīt 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 donīt you call me īcause I canīt go
I owe my soul to the company store
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