Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Sixteen Tons, Monogrammed

I got a catalog today from The Company Store.
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

You load 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

(Sorry, couldn't find a complete Ernie Ford version.)

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