| Some people say a 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 bones,
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| A mind that’s weak and 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 morning 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 straw boss said, 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 drizzling rain.
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| Fightin' and trouble are my middle name.
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| I was raised in a cane-brake by an old mama lion,
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| Can’t no high toned 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 lotta men didn’t — 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
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| 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. |