Some people say a man is 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



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You load sixteen tons, and whattaya get?

Another day older and deeper in debt

St. Peter don'cha call me, cause I can't go

I owe 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 tons of number-nine coal

And the store boss said, "Well bless my soul!"



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I was born one morning, it was drizzlin' rain

Fightin' and trouble are my middle name

I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion

Cain't know a high-toned woman make me walk the line



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If you see me comin' better step aside

A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died

One fist of iron, the other of steel

If the right one don't getcha then the left one will



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