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Some people say a man is made out of mud, a poor man's made out of muscle and blood, muscle and blood and skin and bones, a mind that's weak and a back that's strong. When you load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt. St. Peter, don't you call me cause I can't go. I owe my soul to the company store. I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine. I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine. I loaded sixteen tons, a number nine coal and a straw boss said, well, bless my.