Some people say a man is made outa mud
Am F E
A poor man’s made outa muscle ‘n blood…
Am F E
Muscle an’ blood an’ skin an’ bone
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A mind that’s weak and a back that’s strong
Chorus:
Am F E
You load sixteen tons an’ whaddya get?
Am F E
Another day older an’ deeper in debt
Am F E
Saint Peter doncha call me ’cause I can’t Go
Am E Am
I owe my soul to the company sto’
Am F E
If ya hear me a-comin’ ya better step aside
Am F E
A lotta men din’t an’ a lotta men died
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With one fist of iron an’ the other of steel
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If the right one don’ getcha then the left one will.
Am F E
I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine
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Picked up my shovel and I went to the mine
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Loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
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And the strawboss said, “Well, Bless my soul!”
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I was born one morning in the drizzlin’ rain
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Fightin’ and trouble are my middle name
Am F E
I was raised in the canebreak by an’ ol’ mama hound
Am F E
Ain’t no high-tone woman gonna push me around.
