(Merle Travis)

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 weak and the 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, I walked to the mine,
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal,
And the strawboss said "well, bless my soul"

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I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain,
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name,
I was raised in a cane braked by an old mama lion,
cain't No a high-toned woman make me walk the line,

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If you see me comin' better step a side,
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died,
One fist of iron, the other of steel,
If the right one don't get you
Then the left one will

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