Lyrics
Some people say a man is made outta mudA poor man’s made outta muscle and blood Muscle and blood, and skin and bone A mind that’s a-weak and a back that’s strongYou load 16 tons, and what do you gain?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 storeI was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shineI picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine I loaded 16 tons of number nine coal And the straw boss said, “Well, a-bless my soul”You load 16 tons, and what do you gain?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 storeIf you see me comin’, better step asideA lotta men didn’t, and 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 willYou load 16 tons, and what do you gain?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 storeI was born one mornin’, and it was drizzlin’ rainFightin’ and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the canebrake by an ol’ mama lion Ain’t no-a high-toned woman make me walk the lineYou load 16 tons, and what do you gain?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