Well a-bless my soul! Some people say a man is made out of mud A poor man's muscle and blood Muscle skin bones mind that's weak back strong You load sixteen tons what do you get? Another day older deeper in debt Saint Peter don't call me 'cause I can't go owe my soul to the company store was born one mornin' when sun didn't shine picked up shovel walked mine loaded tons number 9 coal And straw boss said mornin' it drizzlin' rain Fightin' trouble are middle name raised canebrake by an old mama lion Can't no high-toned woman make me walk line If see comin' better step aside lot men didn't died One fist iron other steel right getcha then left will