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