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dafremen
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written by
merle travis
customized (with all due respect) by
r.dafremen
Some folks say a man's made out of mud
But a working man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bone
His spirit's tired, but his back's still strong
You load sixteen tons and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Tell St. Peter that I can't go
'Cause I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine
Picked up my number and I walked to the line
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
Until the boss man said "Well bless my soul!"
I loaded sixteen tons and what did I get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Tell St. Peter I still can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
Just above the cut off are ripoffs
And payoffs for lay offs
These fleas don't wanna stay off
They're legal magicians
who sell out and bail out
to improve their positions
then they take out the pay out
sixteen tons and it's getting kind of played out
sixteen tons and it's getting kind of played out!
Sixteen tons and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Tell St. Peter that I can't go
I still owe my soul to the company store
I was born one morning in the pourin' rain
Someone gave me trouble as a middle name
I was raised with a strap by the hand of time
So there ain't no stopping this heart of mine
Foreman see me comin' better step aside
Union forgot about me so the union died
One fist of iron and the other of steel
And if I don't get my way the crowd behind me will
We loaded sixteen tons and what did we get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
Tell St. Peter that we're free to go
We took back our souls from the company store.
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