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LYRICS: Some people say a man is made outta mud. A poor man's made outta muscle and blood. Muscle and blood, skin and bones; A mind that's weak and a back that's strong. You load sixteen tons an' what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt. St Peter don't you call me cause I can't go: I owe my soul to the company store. Well, I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine. I picked up a shovel, Iwalked out to the mine. I loaded sixteen tons of Number 9 coal, An' the straw boss said: “Well, bless my soul.“ You load sixteen tons an' what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt. St Peter don't you call me cause I can't go: I owe my soul to the company store. Well, I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain. Fightin' an' trouble are my middle name. I was raised in the canebreak by an old mama lion, Can't no high-toned woman makes me w
