Am                    F            E  
Some people say a man is made outa mud
Am                    F            E
A poor man's made outa muscle 'n blood...
Am                    F       E
Muscle an' blood an' skin an' bone
Am                       F           E
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong

Chorus:
     Am                        F        E  
     You load sixteen tons an' whaddya get?
     Am                    F          E  
     Another day older an' deeper in debt
     Am                           F            E  
     Saint Peter doncha call me 'cause I can't Go
     Am                   E       Am
     I owe my soul to the company sto'

Am                               F       E  
If ya hear me a-comin' ya better step aside
Am                    F            E  
A lotta men din't an' a lotta men died
Am                            F           E  
With one fist of iron an' the other of steel
Am                                    F         E  
If the right one don' getcha then the left one will.

Am                              F            E  
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
Am                        F           E  
Picked up my shovel and I went to the mine
Am                            F    E  
Loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
Am                             F        E  
And the strawboss said, "Well, Bless my soul!"

Am                            F         E  
I was born one morning in the drizzlin' rain
Am                       F         E  
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
Am                               F            E  
I was raised in the canebreak by an' ol' mama hound
Am                             F       E  
Ain't no high-tone woman gonna push me around.