| Some people say a man is made out of the mud A poor man's made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's weak and a 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 morning when the sun didn't shine I picked up my shovel and walked to the mine I loaded siteen tons of No.9 coal An the staw boss said well bless my soul I was borning it was drizzle and rain fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the cane brake by an old mamma lion Can't no high tone woman make me walk the line If you see me comin' better step aside Lot of man didn't, lot of men died One first of iron, the other of steel If the right one don't get you then the left one will. |
