Well some people say a man is made out of mud A poor man's made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood oh and skin and bone A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong He loaded sixteen tons and what do he get He got another day older and deeper in debt Well fate, you can't call me 'cause I can't go 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 and I started to the mine I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal And the tone boss said, "Well bless his soul" He loaded sixteen tons and what do he get He got another day older and deeper in debt Well fate, you can't call me 'cause I can't go Well I owe my soul to the company store Well if you see me comin', you better step aside A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died Well one fist of iron, the other of steel Well if the right one don't get ya, then the left one will He loaded sixteen tons and what do he get He got another day older and deeper in debt Well fate, you can't call me 'cause I can't go Well I owe my soul to the company store