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[Dm]Do do do do  
[A7]do do do  
[Dm]do 

Some  
[Dm]people say a  
[F]man is  
[Bb7]made out of  
[A7]mud, 

a  
[Dm]poor man’s  
[F]made out of  
[Bb7]muscle and  
[A7]blood. 

[Dm]Muscle and blood and  
[Gm]skin and bones, 

a  
[Dm]mind that’s weak and a back that’s  
[A7]strong 

You load  
[Dm]sixteen  
[F]tons and  
[Bb7]what do you  
[A7]get? 

An 
[Dm]other day  
[F]older and  
[Bb7]deeper in  
[A7]debt 

St.  
[Dm]Peter, don’t you call me ‘cause  
[Gm]I can’t go. 

I  
[Dm]owe my soul to the  
[A7]company’s  
[Dm]store. 

Well,  
[Dm]I was born one  
[F]morning  
[Bb7]when the sun didn’t  
[A7]shine, 

I  
[Dm]picked up my  
[F]shovel and  
[Bb7]walked to the  
[A7]mine 

I  
[Dm]loaded sixteen tons of  
[Gm]number nine coal, 

and the  
[Dm]straw boss said, “Well, bless my  
[A7]soul!” 

You load  
[Dm]sixteen  
[F]tons and  
[Bb7]what do you  
[A7]get? 

An 
[Dm]other day  
[F]older and  
[Bb7]deeper in  
[A7]debt 

St.  
[Dm]Peter, don’t you call me ‘cause  
[Gm]I can’t go. 

I  
[Dm]owe my soul to the  
[A7]company’s  
[Dm]store. 

Well,  
[Dm]I was born one  
[F]morning it was  
[Bb7]drizzlin’  
[A7]rain, 

[Dm]fightin’ and  
[F]trouble are my  
[Bb7]middle  
[A7]name 

I  
[Dm]was raised in the canebreak by an  
[Gm]old mamma lion, 

can’t no  
[Dm]high-toned woman make me walk the  
[A7]line 

You load  
[Dm]sixteen  
[F]tons and  
[Bb7]what do you  
[A7]get? 

An 
[Dm]other day  
[F]older and  
[Bb7]deeper in  
[A7]debt 

St.  
[Dm]Peter, don’t you call me ‘cause  
[Gm]I can’t go. 

I  
[Dm]owe my soul to the  
[A7]company’s  
[Dm]store. 

If you  
[Dm]see me  
[F]comin’  
[Bb7]better step  
[A7]aside, 

a  
[Dm]lot of men  
[F]didn’t and a  
[Bb7]lot of men  
[A7]died 

One  
[Dm]fist of iron and the  
[Gm]other of steel, 

if the  
[Dm]right one doesn’t get you then the left one  
[A7]will. 

You load  
[Dm]sixteen  
[F]tons and  
[Bb7]what do you  
[A7]get? 

An 
[Dm]other day  
[F]older and  
[Bb7]deeper in  
[A7]debt 

St.  
[Dm]Peter, don’t you call me ‘cause  
[Gm]I can’t go. 

I  
[Dm]owe my soul to the  
[A7]company’s  
[Dm]store.