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