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Some people say a mEman is made out of mud.
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood,
Muscle and blood and skin and bones, Am
A mind tB7hat's weak and a back that's strongEm.
You load sixteen tons, Emwhat do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go. Am
I owe my souEml to the company sto'.* B7 Em
I was born one morEmning 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 Am
And the straw boss B7said, "Well, bless my soul!" Em
You load sixteen toEmns, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go; Am
I owe my sEmoul to the company sto'. B7 Em
I was born one Emmorning, it was drizzling rain.
Fighting and trouble are my middle name.
I was raised in the canebreak by an old mama lion. Am
Ain't no high-tone womaB7n make me walk the line. Em
If you see mEme coming, better step aside.
A lot of men didn't; a lot of men died.
One fist of iron, the other of steeAml,
If the right oneB7 don't get you then the left one will. Em
You load sixteen tons Emwhat do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go. Am
I owe myEm so-o-o--ul to Emthe company stoB7'. Em
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