Frankie Laine

Some people say a man is made of a mud
A poor man's made of muscie 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 woe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin'
When the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel, I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the strawboss said Well best my soul
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