Some people say a man lives made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bone
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen ton, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me cause I can't go
All my soul to the company store
I
was born one morning when the sun didn't
shine I picked up my shovel and I walked to
the mine I loaded sixteen ton of number nine coal
And the straw ball said,
well bless my soul You load sixteen ton,
what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter,
don't you call me cause I can't go
All my soul to the company store
I
was born one morning,
it was drizzling rain Fighting and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in a cane break line, old mama line
Ain't no high tone woman make me hold the line You load sixteen ton,
what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter,
don't you call me cause I can't go
All my soul to the company store
If you see me coming better,
step aside A lot of men didn't,
a lot of men died
One fist of iron,
the other of steel If the right one don't get you,
then the left one will
You load sixteen ton, 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