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Some people say a man is made outta mud.
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood.
Muscle and blood, skin and bone
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong.
R You load sixteen tons an' what do you get?
Another day older deeper and debt.
St Peter don't you call me I cause 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 a shovel, I walked out to the mine.
I loaded sixteen tons of Number 9 coal,
An' the store boss said: "Well, bless my soul."
R
Well, I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain.
Fightin' an' trouble are my middle name.
I was raised in the canebrake by an old mama lion,
Can't no high-toned woman makes me walk the line.
R
Well, if you see me comin', better step aside.
A lotta men didn't; a lotta men died.
One fist of iron, the other of steel.
If the right one don't get you, then the left one will.
come in here by my side if you love me
Sometimes I feel like a motherless Child (3) Long way from home
Was in the spring one sunny day my swetheart left me yes she went away R and now she"s gone and I don"t worry Lord I"m sitting on the top of the world Don"t you come back a"running pulling out your handz I"ll get me a woman like you got your man R Don" t you like my peaches Don" t you shake my trees stay out of my orchard let my peaches be R
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