Some folks say a man is made outta mud
But a poor man’s made outta 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
Saint Peter don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store, yeah, ha
I was born when the sun didn’t shine
I became a man who would work in the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
The foreman said, “Well, a-bless my soul”
I was born in drizzlin’ rain
Fightin’ and trouble was my middle name
When I come around, you better step aside
A lot of men didn’t and a lot of men died, yes they did
You load sixteen tons and 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
And hear you sing it one time with me
Sixteen tons and 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
Everybody humming only
Mmm, hmm, ooh, ooh, yeah
Mmm, hmm, ooh, ooh
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Versione di: Frankie Laine
Some people say a man is made outta mud.
A poor man’s made outta muscle and blood.
Muscle and blood, skin and bones;
A mind that’s weak and a back that’s strong.
You load sixteen tons an’ what do you get?
Another day older deeper and debt.
St Peter don’t you call me I cause can’t go:
I owe my soul to the company store.
Well, I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine.
I picked up a shovel, Iwalked out to the mine.
I loaded sixteen tons of Number 9 coal,
An’ the store boss said: “Well, bless my soul.”
You load sixteen tons an’ what do you get?
Another day older deeper and debt.
St Peter don’t you call me I cause can’t go:
I owe my soul to the company store.
Well, I was born one mornin’, it was drizzlin’ rain.
Fightin’ an’ trouble are my middle name.
I was raised in the canebreak by an old mama lion,
Can’t no high-toned woman makes me walk the line.
You load sixteen tons an’ what do you get?
Another day older deeper and debt.
St Peter don’t you call me I cause can’t go:
I owe my soul to the company store.
Well, if you see me comin’, better step aside.
A lotta men didn’t; a lotta 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 an’ what do you get?
Another day older deeper and debt.
St Peter don’t you call me I cause can’t go:
I owe my soul to the company store.
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Versione di: Nicola Arigliano
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man’s made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that’s a-weak and a back that’s strong
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 Go man! Swing!
I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
Sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said “Well, a-bless my soul”
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 Go man!
I was born one mornin’, it was drizzlin’ rain
Fightin’ and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol’ mama lion
Can’t no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
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
Owe-owe-owe-owe-owe-owe-owe-owe-owe ah!
If you see me comin’, better step aside
A lotta men didn’t, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don’t a-get you, then the left one will
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
Eh-eh eh-eh 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
[Parlato] Usciamo da questo labirinto Maestro!
Non si può…Grazie, grazie… grazie…
