Time, people say a man is made out of mud A grown 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 He loads sixteen guns, what do you get? Another day, roll around deeper in debt Saint Peter, don't you call me cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store Well, 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 tons of number nine coal The straw boss said, well, bless my soul He loads sixteen guns, what do you get? Another day, roll around deeper in debt Saint Peter, don't you call me cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store Well, I was born one morning, it was drizzling rain Fire and rubble on my middle name I was raised in the King Creek by an old mama lion No high-toned woman made me walk the line He loads sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day, roll around deeper in debt Saint Peter, don't you call me cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store Well, if you see me coming, better step aside A lot of men dead and a lot of men died One face of fire and the other of steel If the right one don't get you, then lift one wheel Sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day, roll around deeper in debt Saint Peter, don't you call me cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store