Some people say a man is made of a mud A poor man's made of muscie and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's weak and a back that's strong Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me cause I can't go I woe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin' When the sun didn't shine I picked up my shovel, I walked to the mine I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal And the strawboss said " Well best my soul " I was born one mornin', it was drizzling rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in a cane Brake by an old name'lion can't No, Icall woman make me walk the line If you see me comin' better step a side A lotta man didn't, a lotta men died One fist of iron, the other of steel If the right one don't get you Then the left on will you (Repeat *).
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