| Some people say a man is made outta mud.
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| A poor man's made outta muscle and blood.
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| Muscle and blood, skin and bones;
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| A mind that's weak and a back that's strong.
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| You load sixteen tons an' what do you get?
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| Another day older and deeper in debt.
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| St 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 a shovel, an' I walked out to the mine.
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| I loaded sixteen tons of Number nine coal,
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| An' the store boss said: "Well, bless my soul."
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| You load sixteen tons an' what do you get?
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| Another day older and deeper in debt.
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| St 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 lotta men didn't, an' a lotta men died.
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| One fist of iron, the other of steel.
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| If the right one don't get you, then the left one will.
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| You load sixteen tons an' what do you get?
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| Another day older and deeper in debt.
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| St 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' an' trouble was my middle name.
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| I was raised in the canebreak by an old mama lion,
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| Can't no high-toned woman makes me walk the line.
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| You load sixteen tons an' what do you get?
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| Another day older and deeper in debt.
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| St Peter don't you call me cause I can't go:
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| I owe my soul to the company store. |