Sixteen Tons (Merle Travis) Some people say a man is made outa mud A poor man's made outa muscle 'n blood... Muscle an' blood an' skin an' bone A mind that's weak and a back that's strong cho: You load sixteen tons an' whaddya get? Another day older an' deeper in debt Saint Peter doncha call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company sto' If ya hear me a-comin' ya better step aside A lotta men din't an' a lotta men died With one fist of iron an' the other of steel If the right one don' getcha then the left one will. I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine Picked up my shovel and I went to the mine Loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal And the strawboss said, "Well, Bless my soul!" I was born one morning in the drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the canebreak by an' ol' mama hound Ain't no high-tone woman gonna push me around. Copyright American Music, Inc. RG
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