Some people say a man is made outta mud.
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A poor man's made outta muscle and blood.
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Muscle and blood, skin and bones;
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A mind that's weak and a back that's strong.
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You load sixteen tons an' what do you get?
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Another day older and deeper in debt.
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St Peter don't you call me cause I can't go:
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I owe my soul to the company store.
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Well, I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine.
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I picked up a shovel, Iwalked out to the mine.
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I loaded sixteen tons of Number 9 coal,
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An' the store boss said: "Well, bless my soul."
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You load sixteen tons an' what do you get?
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Another day older and deeper in debt.
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St Peter don't you call me cause I can't go:
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I owe my soul to the company store.
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Well, I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain.
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Fightin' an' trouble are my middle name.
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I was raised in the canebreak by an old mama lion,
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Can't no high-toned woman makes me walk the line.
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You load sixteen tons an' what do you get?
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Another day older and deeper in debt.
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St Peter don't you call me cause I can't go:
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I owe my soul to the company store.
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Well, if you see me comin', better step aside.
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A lotta men didn't; a lotta men died.
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One fist of iron, the other of steel.
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If the right one don't get you, then the left one will.
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You load sixteen tons an' what do you get?
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Another day older and deeper in debt.
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St Peter don't you call me cause I can't go:
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I owe my soul to the company store.
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Sixteen Tons
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| Frankie Laine |
