Some people say a man's made out of mud
but a poor man's made out of muscle and blood
 Muscle and blood, skin and bones,
mind that's weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons and whaddya get,
another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go,
owe my soul to the company store
I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine,
picked up my shovel and walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal;
the straw boss said "well, damn my soul."
I was born one morning, it was drizzling rain.
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name.
I was raised in a cane break by that ol' mom of mine,
can't no high-toned woman make me walk the line
If you see me comin' you better step aside;
another man didn't and another man died.
I've got one fist of iron and another of steel,
if the left one don't get you, well, the right one will

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