| Em | Acapella | |
| Some people say a man is made outta mud |
| Em | C | B7 | |
| A poor man's made outta | muscle and | blood |
| Em | Am | |
| Muscle and blood and | skin and bones |
| C7 | Acapella | B7 | Em | |
| A | mind that's weak and a | back that's | strong |
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| Em | C | B7 | |
| You load | sixteen tons, | what do you | get? |
| Em | C | B7 | |
| A | nother day older and | deeper in | debt |
| Em | Am | |
| Saint | Peter don't you call me 'cause | I can't go |
| C7 | Acapella | B7 | Em | |
| I | owe | my soul to the | company | store |
| Em | C | B7 | |
| I was born one mornin' when the | sun didn't | shine |
| Em | C | B7 | |
| I picked up my shovel and I | walked to the | mine |
| Em | Am | |
| I loaded | sixteen tons of | number nine coal |
| C7 | Acapella | B7 | Em | |
| And the | straw boss said "Well-a, | bless my | soul" |
| Em | C | B7 | |
| I was born one mornin', it was | drizzlin' | rain |
| Em | C | B7 | |
| Fightin' and trouble are | my middle | name |
| Em | Am | |
| I was | raised in the canebrake by an | ol' mama lion |
| C7 | Acapella | B7 | Em | |
| Cain't no-a | high-toned woman make me | walk the | line |
| Chorus |
| Em | C | B7 | |
| If you see me comin', better | step a | side |
| Em | C | B7 | |
| A | lotta men didn't, a | lotta men | died |
| Em | Am | |
| One fist of iron, the | other of steel |
| C7 | Acapella | B7 | Em | |
| If the | right one don't a-get you then the | left one | will. |
| Chorus to End |