Some people say a man is mode out mud A poor man's made out muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's weak and a back that's strong. You load Sixteen tons, 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.
If you see me comin' better step a side A lotta men didn't a lotta men died One fist of iron the other of steel, If the right one don't a get get you, Then the left one will. You load Sixteen tons, 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.