The Platters — Sixteen Tons

Some people say man's made out mud,

Well, a good man's made out of muscle and blood,

Muscle and blood, and skin and bones,

And mind that's weak and the back that's strong.

You load 16 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.