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Some people say man is made out of mudA poor man's made out of muscle and bloodMuscle and blood and skin and boneA mind that's a-weak and a back that's strongYou load sixteen tons and what do you getAnother day older and deeper in debtSaint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't goI owe my soul to the company storeI was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shineI picked up my shovel and I walked to the mineI loaded sixteen tons of number nine coalAnd the store-boss said the "Well-a bless my soul"You load sixteen tons and what do you getAnother day older and deeper in debtSaint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't goI owe my soul to the company storeI was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rainFightin' and trouble are my middle nameI was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lionCan't no a high-tone woman make me walk the lineYou load sixteen tons and what do you getLetras de cancionesAnother day older and deeper in debtSaint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't goI owe my soul to the company storeIf you see me comin', better step asideA lot of men didn't and a lot of men diedOne fist of iron, the other of steelIf the right one don't git ya, then the left one willYou load sixteen tons and what do you getAnother day older and deeper in debtSaint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't goI owe my soul to the company store From Letras Mania