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People say a man is made outta mud
Poor man made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
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 started to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
The straw boss said, Well,
now
bless
his
soul
He loaded sixteen tons and what did he get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
Owe my soul to the company store
You see me comin', you better step aside
A lotta men didn't and a lotta of 'em died
One fist of iron, the other one of steel
The right one don't get you, then the left one will
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
Owe my soul to the company store
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- Miscellaneous
- Bo Diddley Is A Gunslinger
- Have Guitar, Will Travel
- Bo Diddley in the Spotlight
- Go Bo Diddley
- Bo Diddley
- 16 All Time Greatest Hits
- Chess Box
- His Best
- Non-Album Releases
- Wilko Johnson Presents: The First Time I Met The Blues
- The Essential Bo Diddley
- The Chess Box
- Who Do You Love
- Best Of, Volume 1: 1955-1958
- Diddley Daddy
- The Chess Story
- ABC of the Blues
- Hey!