Lyrics

Some people say a man is made out of 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 16 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

Shh

I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine

I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine

Loaded 16 tons of number nine coal

And the straw boss said, "Well, a-bless my soul"

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