Intro:          Am   /    F    /\   E\   E7   Am

V1.
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Some people say a man is made outa mud, 
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a poor man's made outa muscle 'n blood...
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Muscle an' blood an' skin an' bone, 
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a mind that's weak and a back that's strong.

 
Chorus
E    E7    Am     F        Dm     E   
You load sixteen tons an' whaddya get? 
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another day older an' deeper in debt;
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Saint Peter doncha call me 'cause I can't go, 
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I owe my soul to the company store.
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V2. 
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I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine, 
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I Picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine;
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I Loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal, 
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and the straw boss said, "Well, Bless my soul!"


        Chorus

V3.
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I was born one mornin' it was drizzlin' rain, 
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fightin' and trouble are my middle names;
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I was raised in the canebreak by an' ol' mama hound, 
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ain't no high-tone woman gonna push me around.

        Chorus

V4.
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If ya see me a-comin' ya better step aside, 
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A lotta men didn't an' a lotta men died;
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With one fist of iron an' the other of steel, 
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If the right one don' getcha then the left one will.
 
Outro:

E    E7    Am     F         Dm     E    
You load sixteen tons an' whaddya get?  
  Am         F         Dm        E
another day older an' deeper in debt;
       Am           F             Dm 
Saint Peter doncha call me 'cause I can't go..o..o..o..o,
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I    ow..e     m..y     s..o..u..l;    
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to the     com..pan..y     sto..re.