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 morning, 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 morning, it was drizzling rain
Fighting and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an old mama lion
Ain′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 and 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.

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