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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. |
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| 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? |
| 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. |
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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. |
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| 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. |
| Am | Dm | E | ||
| 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. |