Some people say a man is made outta mud A poor man's made outta muscle an' blood Muscle an' blood an' skin an' bone A mind that's weak and a back that's strong You load sixteen tons an' what do ya get? Another day older an' deeper in debt Saint Peter don't ya call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine Picked up my shovel and I went to the mine Loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal The strawboss said, "Well, Bless my soul!" I was born one morning it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name Raised in the canebreak by an old mama lion Ain't no high-tone woman make me walk the line If ya see me coming ya better step aside A lotta men didn't and a lotta men died With one fist of iron an' the other of steel If the right one don't get ya then the left one will.