Country Pesničky - Sixteen Tons

^AmSome people ^Amsay a man is ^Fmade out of ^Emud, well a ^Ampoor man's ^Ammade out of ^Fmuscle and ^Eblood. ^AmMuscle and ^Amblood ^Dmskin and ^Dmbone, a ^Ammind that's ^Amweak and a ^(Eback that's ^Amstrong.

^AmYou load ^Amsixteen ^Amtons, and ^Fwhat do you ^Eget? A^Amnother day ^Amolder and ^Fdeeper in ^Edebt. St.^AmPeter don't you ^Amcall me, cause ^DmI can't ^Dmgo, I ^Amowe my ^Amsoul to the ^Ecompany ^Amstore.

I was ^Amborn one ^Ammorning when the ^Fsun didn't ^Eshine, I ^Ampicked up my ^Amshovel and I ^Fwalked to the ^E mine, I loaded ^Amsixteen ^Amtons of ^Dmnumber-nine ^Dmcoal, and the ^Amstraw boss ^Amsaid: "Well, a-^Ebless my ^Amsoul!"

I was ^Amborn one ^Ammorning, it was ^Fdrizzlin' ^Erain ^AmFightin' and ^Amtrouble are ^Fmy middle ^Ename, I was ^Amraised in the ^Amcane-brake by an ^Dmold mama ^Dmhound, Ain`t <sup>Am</sup>no a high-toned <sup>Am</sup>woman gonna <sup>E</sup>push me <sup>Am</sup>`round.

If you ^Amsee me ^Amcomin' better ^Fstep a-^Eside, a ^Amlot of men ^Amdidn't and a ^Flot of men ^Edied. ^AmOne fist of ^Amiron, the ^Dmother of ^Dmsteel, if the ^Amright one don't ^Amget you then the ^Eleft one ^Amwill