Music and lyrics by Merle Travis
Now, some people say a man's made out of mud,
But a poor man's made out of muscle and blood,
Muscle and blood, skin and bones,
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong.
You load sixteen tons and what do you get,
Another day older and deeper in debt.
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go,
I owe my soul to the company store.
Well, I was up one morning when the sun didn't shine.
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine.
I carried sixteen tons of Number Nine coal,
And the straw-boss said, "Well, bless my soul.''
Woke up one morning, I got drunk in the mine,
I picked up my shovel, I drank till I'm blind.
I pissed all over that number nine coal,
I told the foreman where the hell he could go.
released December 23, 2010
John Miller, guitar & vocals
Jon Kessler, guitar
Aura Rosenberg, keyboards
David Humphrey, bass
Dan Walworth, drums
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