Some people say a man is made of a mud A poor man`s made of muscie 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 Saint Peter don`t you call me cause I can`t go I woe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin` When the sun didn`t shine I picked up my shovel, I walked to the mine I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal And the strawboss said " Well best my soul "
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I was born one mornin`, it was drizzling rain Fightin` and trouble are my middle name I was raised in a cane Brake by an old name`lion can`t No, Icall woman make me walk the line
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If you see me comin` better step a side A lotta man didn`t, a lotta men died One fist of iron, the other of steel If the right one don`t get you Then the left on will you