Sixteen Tons
Written by Merle Travis
Chord-chart by Lynn Lewis




|Am G F E Some people say a man is made outta mud, |Am G F E | A poor man's made outta muscle and blood, Am G Dm / Muscle and blood and skin and bones, Am / / E | A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong.


|Am G F E You load sixteen tons, what do you get? |Am G F E A-nother day older and deeper in debt, |Am G Dm / Saint Peter don't you call me, 'cause I can't go, |Am / E Am | I owe my soul to the company store.


I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine, I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine, I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal, And the store boss said: "Well, a-bless my soul!"



I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain, Fightin' and trouble are my middle name, I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion, Ain't no-a high-toned woman make me toe the line.



If you see me comin', better step aside, A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died, I’ve got one fist of iron, the other of steel, If the right one don't a-get you, then the left one will.


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