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Some people say a man is made out of mud |
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A poor man's made out of muscle and blood |
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Muscle and blood and skin and bones |
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A mind that's weak and a back that's strong |
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You load sixteen tons, whattaya get? |
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Another day older and deeper in debt |
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St. Peter don'cha call me, 'cause I can't go |
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I owe my soul to the company store |
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I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine |
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I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine |
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I loaded sixteen tons of number-nine coal |
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And the straw boss said, |
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"Well bless my soul!" |
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You load sixteen tons, whattaya get? |
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Another day older and deeper in debt |
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St. Peter don'cha call me, 'cause I can't go |
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I owe my soul to the company store |
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I was born one morning, it was drizzlin' rain |
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Fightin' and trouble are my middle name |
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I was raised in the canebreak by an old mama lion |
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Can't no high-toned woman make me walk the line |
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You load sixteen tons, whattaya get? |
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Another day older and deeper in debt |
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St. Peter don'cha call me, 'cause I can't go |
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I owe my soul to the company store |
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If you see me comin' better step aside |
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A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died |
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One fist of iron, the other of steel |
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If the right one don't getcha then the left one will |
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You load sixteen tons, whattaya get? |
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Another day older and deeper in debt |
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St. Peter don'cha call me, 'cause I can't go |
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I owe my soul to the company store |
