Sixteen Tons

Some people say man is made out of mud, A poor man's made out of muscle and blood. Muscle and blood and skin and bones, A got a mind that's weak and a back That's strong. You load sixteen tons, 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. Saint Peter don't you call me the company store. Saint Peter don't you call me, I Owe my soul to the company store. Come on. Well I was born on morning when the sun Didn't shine. I picked up my shovel and I went to The mine. I loaded sixteen tons of number nine Coal and the straw boss said-Well, Bless my soul. You load sixteen tons and 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. I was born on the morning in the drizzling Rain. Fighting and trouble had my mommy to blame. I was raised in the canebrake by an old Mama lion, couldn't no the high toned woman make Me walk the line. You load sixteen tons, 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. Saint Peter don't you call me. Saint Peter don't you call me. You Owe My soul To the company Store. Saint Peter don't you call me.