some people say a man is made out of mud well a poor man’s made outta
muscle and blood..muscle and blood and skin and bone..and a mind
that’s weak..but a back thats strong.
and he was born one morning when the sun didn’t shine…
he picked up his shovel and he went to the mines
he loaded 16 tons of that number 9 coal..til-
the straw boss said well-uh b-less my soul!
you load 16 tons and whaddaya get?
another day older and deeper in debt
saint peter don’tcha call me ’cause-
i can’t go…i owe my soul to the company
he was born one morning it was drizzlin’ rain
fightin’and trouble are his middle name
he was raised in a cave,bred by an old mama lion
ain’t no high tone woman makes him walk the line
so if you see him coming..you better step aside,-
alot of men didn’t and alot of men died.
he’s got one fist of iron, and the other of
steel..and if the right one doesn’t get you..
then the left one will…