LYRICS:
Some people say a man is made outta mud.
A poor man’s made outta muscle and blood.
Muscle and blood, skin and bones;
A mind that’s weak and a back that’s strong.
You load sixteen tons an’ what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
St Peter don’t you call me cause I can’t go:
I owe my soul to the company store.
Well, I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine.
I picked up a shovel, Iwalked out to the mine.
I loaded sixteen tons of Number 9 coal,
An’ the straw boss said: “Well, bless my soul.“
You load sixteen tons an’ what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
St Peter don’t you call me cause I can’t go:
I owe my soul to the company store.
Well, I was born one mornin’, it was drizzlin’ rain.
Fightin’ an’ trouble are my middle name.
I was raised in the canebreak by an old mama lion,
Can’t no high-toned woman makes me w