Sixteen Tons

Some people say a man is made of a mud
A poor mans made of muscie and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind thats weak and a back thats strong
*You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter dont you call me cause I cant go
I woe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin
When the sun didnt shine
I picked up my shovel, I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the strawboss said ' Well best my soul '
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I was born one mornin, it was drizzling rain
Fightin and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in a cane
Brake by an old namelion cant
No, Icall woman make me walk the line
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If you see me comin better step a side
A lotta man didnt, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one dont get you
Then the left on will you
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