Am F E7 Some people say a man is made outa mud Am F E7 A poor manʼs made outa muscle ʼn blood... Am F E7 Muscle anʼ blood anʼ skin anʼ bone Am F E7 A mind thatʼs weak and a back thatʼs strong Chorus: Am F E7 You load sixteen tons anʼ whaddya get? Am F E7 Another day older anʼ deeper in debt Am F E7 Saint Peter doncha call me ʼcause I canʼt Go Am E7 Am I owe my soul to the company stoʼ Am F E7 If ya hear me a-cominʼ ya better step aside Am F E7 A lotta men dinʼt anʼ a lotta men died Am F E7 With one fist of iron anʼ the other of steel Am F E7 If the right one donʼ getcha then the left one will. Am F E7 I was born one morninʼ when the sun didnʼt shine Am F E7 Picked up my shovel and I went to the mine Am F E7 Loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal Am F E7 And the strawboss said, "Well, Bless my soul!" Am F E7 I was born one morning in the drizzlinʼ rain Am F E7 Fightinʼ and trouble are my middle name Am F E7 I was raised in the canebreak by anʼ olʼ mama hound Am F E7 Ainʼt no high-tone woman gonna push me around.
