Some people say a man is made outta mud A poor man's made outta muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's a-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 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 straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"
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 owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
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 owe my soul to the company store
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 a-get you Then the left one will
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 owe my soul to the company store
Нас из грязи слепили - считается так, Но из крови и мышц всё же сделан бедняк. Кожа, кости ещё, словом хитрого нет. Правда мозг слабоват, но хребет - так хребет!
По шестнадцать тонн грузишь, а толк-то каков? На день к смерти поближе - и больше долгов. Не пойду - пусть бы Пётр меня в рай пригласил, Душу в лавке компании я заложил
Я родился туманной и мрачной порой, На плечо взял лопату и сразу в звбой. По шестнадцать тонн угля - от зари до зари, И десятник ругается: "Чёрт побери!"
Припев.
Я иду - шаг в стороночку, молодцы. Стал один на пути мне - и отдал концы. Как железо, как сталь кулаки мои прочны. Если правый не свалит, то левый уж точно.