Sixteen Tons - Travis/The Weavers
Written by：Merle Travis
Will man some fakes say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood skin and bones
A mind that's a weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons and what do you get
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
Will I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss holly well a bless your soul
You load sixteen tons and what do you get
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
What I was born one morning in the drizzling rain
Fighting and trouble been my middle name
You see me coming you better step aside
A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died
You load sixteen tons and what do you get
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
I owe my soul to the company store
