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Some | peop | le say a man is | made | out of | mud. |
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A | poor | man’s made out of | mus | cle and | blood. |
Am | Dm | ||
Mus | cle and blood and | skin | and bones, |
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a | mind | that’s a-weak and a | back | that’s | strong. |
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You load | six | teen | tons, | what | do you | get? |
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An | o | ther day | old | er and | deep | er in | debt. |
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Saint | Pet | er don’t you call me, ’cause | I | can’t go |
Am | E | Am | |||
I | owe | my soul to the | com | pany | store. |
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I was | born | one mornin’ when the | sun | didn’t | shine. |
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I | pick | ed up my shovel and I | wal | ked to the | mine. |
Am | Dm | |||
I loaded | six | teen tons of | num | ber nine coal |
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and the | straw | boss said “Well, a- | bless | my | soul.” |
Am | G | F | E | |||
You load | six | teen | tons, | what | do you | get? |
Am | G | F | E | ||||
An | o | ther day | old | er and | deep | er in | debt. |
Am | Dm | |||
Saint | Pet | er don’t you call me, ’cause | I | can’t go |
Am | E | Am | |||
I | owe | my soul to the | com | pany | store. |
Am | Dm | E | |||
I was | born | one mornin’, it was | driz | zlin’ | rain. |
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Fight | in’ and trouble are | my | middle | name. |
Am | Dm | |||
I was | rais | ed in the Canebrake by an | old | mama lion, |
Am | E | Am | |||
ain’t no a | high | -toned woman make me | walk | the | line. |
Am | G | F | E | |||
You load | six | teen | tons, | what | do you | get? |
Am | G | F | E | ||||
An | o | ther day | old | er and | deep | er in | debt. |
Am | Dm | |||
Saint | Pet | er don’t you call me, ’cause | I | can’t go |
Am | E | Am | |||
I | owe | my soul to the | com | pany | store. |
Am | Dm | E | |||
If you | see | me comin’, better | step a | side. |
Am | Dm | E | |||
A | lot | of men didn’t, and a | lot | of men | died. |
Am | Dm | |||
With | one | fist of iron, and the | oth | er of steel, |
Am | ||
if the | righ | t one doesn’t get you |
E | Am | ||
then the | left | one | will. |
Am | G | F | E | |||
You load | six | teen | tons, | what | do you | get? |
Am | G | F | E | ||||
An | o | ther day | old | er and | deep | er in | debt. |
Am | Dm | |||
Saint | Pet | er don’t you call me, ’cause | I | can’t go |
Am | E | Am | |||
I | owe | my soul to the | com | pany | store. |