Some people say a man is made out of mud. A poor man's made out muscle and blood. Muscle and blood and skin and bones. 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.
I was born one mornin' 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 strawboss said "Wella bless my Soul" [repeat *] 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 get you then the left one will [repeat *] I was born one mornin' it was drizzling rain. Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in a canebrake by an old name lion. Can't no high-toned woman make me walk the line. [repeat *]