Son yeah now some people say a man is made outta mud A poor man's made outta muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bone 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 St Peter don't call me cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I owe my soul I owe my soul to the company store Well I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine I picked up my shovel I walked to the mine I loaded sixteen tons of No 9 coal The store boss said son bless my soul You load sixteen tons what do you get... Well I was born one morning it was drizzlin' rain Fighting and trouble that’s my middle name I was raised in the woods by a mama lion No hightoned woman make me walk the line You load sixteen tons what do you get... If you see me comin' better step aside A lotta men didn't a lotta men died One fist of iron the other one steel If the right one don't get you son the left one will I load sixteen tons what do you get...