Some people say a man is made
A poor man′s made out of muscle
And a back that′s strong.
You load 16 tons and whadaya get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't ya call me cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
When the sun didn′t shine
I loaded 16 tons of number nine coal
You load 16 tons and whadaya get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don′t ya call me cause I can't go
I was raised in the canebreak
Ain′t no high-toned woman
Saint Peter don't ya call me cause
I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me coming better step aside
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don′t hit ya
You load 16 tons and whadaya get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't ya call me cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store