シックスティーン・トンズ

Some people say a man is mode out 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.

If you see me comin' better step a side
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 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
I owe my soul to the Company store.
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