Sixteen Tons/ My Babe

Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bone
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

I was born one mornin' and the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said, "Well, bless my soul"

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
I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
I got one fist of iron and the other of steel
If the right one don't get you
Then the left one will

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
I owe my soul
To the company store

My babe
Don't stand no cheating
My babe

Oh, no
She don't stand no cheating
My babe

Oh no, she don't stand no cheating
She don't stand none of that midnight creeping
My babe
True little baby
She's a-my babe

My babe
I know she loves me
My babe
Oh yeah, I know she loves me
My babe
Oh yeah, well I know she loves me
'Cause she don't do nothin'
But kiss and hug me
My babe
True little baby, she's my babe
Now this is what I say to my baby

My baby don't stand no foolin', my babe
(Sixteen tons, what do ya get)
Yeah!
Oh no, she don't stand no foolin', my babe
(Another day older and deeper in debt)
Said, oh no, she don't stand no foolin' (Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go)
When she's hot, there ain't no foolin'
My babe
True little baby, she's my babe (I owe my soul to the company store)

My babe
True little baby, she's my babe (I owe my soul to the company store)
My babe
True little baby
She's my babe



Credits
Writer(s): Merle Travis, W. Dixon
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