| Some people say man is made out of mud
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| A poor man’s made out of muscle and blood
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| Muscle and blood and skin and bone
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| A mind that’s a-weak and a back that’s strong
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| You load sixteen tons and what do you get
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| Another day older and deeper in debt
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| Saint Peter don’t you call me 'cause I can’t go
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| I owe my soul to the company store
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| I was born one mornin' when the sun didn’t shine
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| I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
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| I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
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| And the store-boss said the «Well-a bless my soul»
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| You load sixteen tons and what do you get
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| Another day older and deeper in debt
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| Saint Peter don’t you call me 'cause I can’t go
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| I owe my soul to the company store
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| I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
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| Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
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| I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
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| Cain’t no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
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| You load sixteen tons and what do you get
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| Another day older and deeper in debt
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| Saint Peter don’t you call me 'cause I can’t go
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| I owe my soul to the company store
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| If you see me comin', better step aside
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| A lot of men didn’t and a lot of men died
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| One fist of iron, the other of steel
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| If the right one don’t git ya, then the left one will
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| You load sixteen tons and what do you get
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| Another day older and deeper in debt
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| Saint Peter don’t you call me 'cause I can’t go
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| I owe my soul to the company store |