Sixteen Tons

Some people say a man is made Out of mud. A poor man's made out of muscle And blood. Muscle and blood And skin and bones A mind that's weak And a back that's strong. You load 16 tons and whadaya get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't ya 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 walked to the mine I loaded 16 tons of number nine coal And the store boss said Well bless my soul You load 16 tons and whadaya get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't ya 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 canebreak By an old mama lion Ain't no high-toned woman Make me walk the line You load 16 tons And whadaya get Another day older and Deeper in debt Saint Peter don't ya call me cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store If you see me coming better step aside A lot of men didn't And a lot of men died One fist of iron, the other of steel If the right one don't hit ya Then the left one will. You load 16 tons and whadaya get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't ya call me cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store