Lyrics

Some folks say a man is made outta mud But 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, yeah You load sixteen tons and 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, yeah, ha I was born when the sun didn't shine I became a man who would work in the mine I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal The foreman said, "Well, a-bless my soul" I was born in drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble was my middle name When I come around, you better step aside A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died, yes they did You load sixteen tons and 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 Yeah, sing it one time with me Sixteen tons and 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 Everybody humming only Mmm, hmm, ooh, ooh, yeah Mmm, hmm, ooh, ooh I owe my soul to the company store