Some people say a man is made outa mud
A poor man’s made outa muscle ‘n blood...
Muscle an’ blood an’ skin an’ bone
A mind that’s weak and a back that’s strong
You load sixteen tons an’ whaddya get?
Another day older an’ deeper in debt
Saint Peter doncha call me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company sto’
If ya hear me a-comin’ ya better step aside
A lotta men din’t an’ a lotta men died
With one fist of iron an’ the other of steel
If the right one don’ getcha then the left one will.
I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine
Picked up my shovel and I went to the mine
Loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said, “Well, Bless my soul!”
I was born one morning in the drizzlin’ rain
Fightin’ and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an’ ol’ mama hound
Ain’t no high-tone woman gonna push me around.