Western Flyer - Sixteen TonsLyrics

Some people say a man is made outta mud A poor man´s made outta muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that´s a-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 straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul" 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´, it was drizzlin´ rain Fightin´ and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the canebrake by an ol´ mama lion Cain´t no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line 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 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 a-get you, then the left one will 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