Some people say a man is made outta love,
A poor man is made outta muscle and blood.
Muscle and blood and skin and bone,
A mind that's weak and back that's strong.
Ref.
Sixteens tons and what do ya 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 morning when the sun didn't shine.
I picked up my shovel and walked trough the mine.
I loaded sixteen tons, of Number 9 coal and the strawboss sayed: 'well bless my soul'.
Ref.
Sixteens tons and what do ya 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 morning, its was drizzeling and raining.
Fighting and trouble are my middle name.
He was the King raid by a ol' momma lion,
Ain't my ol' momma made me walk the line.
Ref.
Sixteens tons and what do ya 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 coming, better step aside.
A lotta men didn't and a lotta men died.
With one fist of iron and the other of steele.
If the right one don't get ya, the left one will.
Ref.
Sixteens tons and what do ya 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.
by jj
fuente : Songteksten.nl
escritor
: Merle Travis
compositor
: Merle Travis
idioma
: Inglés
Atmósfera
: Bitter
Estilo
: Outlaw Country