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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 Chorus: You load sixteen tons, and whattaya get? Another day older and deeper in debt St. Peter don'cha 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 bless my soul!" Chorus I was born one morning, it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the canebreak by an old mama lion Cain't no high-toned woman make me walk the line Chorus If you see me comin' better step aside A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died One fist of iron, the other of steel If the right one don't getcha then the left one will Chorus |