Sixteen
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Sixteen
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Some people say a man is made
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A poor man's made outa muscle
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Muscle an' blood an' skin an'
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A mind that's weak and a back
outa mud
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'n blood...
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bone
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that's strong
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cho: You load sixteen tons an' whaddya get?
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Another day older an' deeper in debt
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Saint Peter doncha call me 'cause I can't go
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I owe my soul to the company sto'
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If ya hear me a-comin' ya better step aside
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A lotta men din't an' a lotta men died
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With one fist of iron an' the other of steel
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If the right one don' getcha then the left one will.
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I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
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Picked up my shovel and I went to the mine
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Loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
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And the strawboss said, "Well, Bless my soul!"
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I was born one morning in the drizzlin' rain
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Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
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I was raised in the canebreak by an' ol' mama hound
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Ain't no high-tone woman gonna push me around.