Sixteen Tons
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| SIXTEEN TONS 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 and a back that's strong You load sixteen tons, and what do you get? another day older and deeper in debt St. Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin' and the sun didn't shine I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal and the straw boss said, "well bless my soul!" .....you loaded... You load sixteen tons, and what do you get? another day older and deeper in debt St. Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin' it was drizzlin' rain fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in a cane-brake by an old mama lion can't no high-toned woman make me walk no line You load sixteen tons, and what do you get? another day older and deeper in debt St. Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store If you see me comin', better step aside A lot of men didn't, a lot of men died One fist of iron, the other of steel If the right one don't get you, then the left one will You load sixteen tons, and what do you get? another day older and deeper in debt St. Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store You load sixteen tons, and what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt St. Peter don't you call me, 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store | MISERIA NERA Miseria nera Nel mondo d'oro Mattina e sera Io cerco lavoro Ho buone braccia da adoperare Son quattro le bocche Che in casa mi chiedono da mangiare. Io vendo il cuore Lo vendo, per non morire La vita è bella, Ma è bella per pochi E non per me. Da muratore In fonderia Poi minatore E così via Con queste mani Non so rubare E batto la porta di tutti chiedendo Da lavorare. Io vendo il cuore Lo vendo, per non morire La vita è bella, Ma è bella per pochi E non per me. Miseria nera Nel mondo d'oro Mattina e sera Io cerco lavoro Ho buone braccia da adoperare Son quattro le bocche Che in casa mi chiedono da mangiare. Io vendo il cuore Lo vendo, per non morire La vita è bella, Ma è bella per pochi E non per me. |
