Remove AdsAm F ESome 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 Echo: 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 EIf ya hear me a-comin' ya better step aside
Am F EA lotta men din't an' a lotta men died
Am F EWith one fist of iron an' the other of steel
Am F EIf the right one don' getcha then the left one will.
Am F EI was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
Am F EPicked up my shovel and I went to the mine
Am F ELoaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
Am F EAnd the strawboss said, "Well, Bless my soul!"
Am F EI was born one morning in the drizzlin' rain
Am F EFightin' and trouble are my middle name
Am F EI was raised in the canebreak by an' ol' mama hound
Am F EAin't no high-tone woman gonna push me around.
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