Push for PORTER

Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man is made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and 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 for I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one morning when 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"

I was born one morning it was drizzling rain
Fighting and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by a big momma lion
Ain't no high tone woman make me walk the line

If you see me coming 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 then the left one will