Some people say man is made out of mudnA poor man's made out of muscle and bloodnMuscle and blood; skin and bonesnA mind that's weak and a back that's strongnnYou load sixteen tons, what do you get?nAnother day older and deeper in debtnSaint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't gonI owe my soul to the company storennI was born one morning when the sun didn't shinenI Picked up my shovel and I walked to the minenI loaded sixteen tons of number nine coalnAnd the straw-boss said, Well, bless my soulnnYou load sixteen tons, what do you get?nAnother day older and deeper in debtnSaint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't gonI owe my soul to the company storennI was born one morning, it was drizzling rainnFightin' and trouble are my middle namenI was raised in the canebrake by an old mama lionnCan't no high-toned woman make me walk the linennYou load sixteen tons, what do you get?nAnother day older and deeper in debtnSaint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't gonI owe my soul to the company storennIf you see me coming, better step asidenA lot of men didn't; a lot of men diednOne fist of iron, the other of steelnIf the right one don't get you then the left one willnnYou load sixteen tons, what do you get?nAnother day older and deeper in debtnSaint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't gonI owe my soul to the company store