Sixteen tons – Tennessee Ernie Ford / The Platters (Cm, not Hm - for Dmitry Inshakov)
Cm A# G# G Some people say man's made outta*) mud, Cm A# G# G A poor man's made outta muscle and blood Cm D# F Muscle and blood, and skin and bones, Cm G Cm (or just Cm) And mind that's weak and the back that's strong. Cm A# Chorus: You load sixteen tons, G# G And what do you get? Cm A# Another day older, G# G And deeper in debt. Cm D# Saint Peter, don't you call me, F Cause I can't go, Cm G Cm 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 walk to the mine, Loaded 16 tons of number nine coal, And the straw boss said: "Well, bless my soul!"
Chorus.
I was born one morning, it was drizzling rain, Fighting and Trouble are my middle name, I was raised in the canebrake by an old mama lion, Ain’t no high-toned woman make me walk the line!
Chorus.
If you see me coming, you better step aside, A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died. My one fist is iron, the other one's steel, And if the left don't getcha, then the right one will.
16 tons – The Platters/ Tennessee Ernie Ford (Hm, like Tennessee Ernie Ford) Hm A G F#7 Some people say man's made outta*) mud, Hm A G F#7 A poor man's made outta muscle and blood Hm D E Muscle and blood, and skin and bones, Hm F#7 Hm (or only F#7) And mind that's weak and the back that's strong. Hm A Chorus You load 16 tons, G F#7 And what do you get? Hm A Another day older, G F#7 And deeper in debt. Hm D Saint Peter, don't you call me, E Cause I can't go, Hm F#7 Hm 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 walk to the mine, Loaded 16 tons of number nine coal, And the straw boss said: "Well, bless my soul!"
Chorus
I was born one morning, it was drizzling rain, Fighting and Trouble are my middle name, I was raised in the canebrake by an old mama lion, Ain’t no high-toned woman make me walk the line!
Chorus
If you see me coming, you better step aside, A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died. My one fist is iron, the other one's steel, And if the left don't getcha, then the right one will.