Let's do it. What about the other one? It's ready to go. 1, 2, 3, 4 Some people say a man is made out of mud A poor man's made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood, skin and bones A mind that's weak, but a back that's strong To load sixteen tons, what do you 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 Picked up a shovel and I walked to the mine Loaded sixteen tons, a number nine call A strong boss said, well, bless my soul You load sixteen tons, what do you 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 Some people say a man is made out of mud A poor man's made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood, skin and bones A mind that's weak, but a back that's strong You load sixteen tons, what do you 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 come, you better step aside A lot of men dead and a lot of men dying One face to the line, the other a steal If the right one don't get you, then the left one will You load sixteen tons, what do you 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 owe my soul to the company store