Sixteen Tons

Some people say a man is made outta mud. A poor man's made outta muscle and blood. Muscle and blood, skin and bones; A mind that's weak and a back that's strong. You load sixteen tons an' what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt. St Peter don't you call me cause I can't go: I owe my soul to the company store. Well, I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine. I picked up a shovel, an' I walked out to the mine. I loaded sixteen tons of Number 9 coal, An' the store boss said: "Well, bless my soul." You load sixteen tons an' what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt. St Peter don't you call me cause I can't go: I owe my soul to the company store.