Some people say a man is made out of mud A poor man's made out of mud and muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, 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
I was born one mornin' 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 strawboss said, well, bless my soul! (chorus)
I was born one mornin', it was drizllin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the cane break by an ol' mama lion Cain't no high-tone woman make me walk the line (chorus)
If you see me comin' better step aside A lot of men didn't, a lot of men died One fist of iron, the other of steel And if the right one don't get you, then the left one will (chorus)
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