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Category: - Artist:Tennessee Ernie Ford- Contributor:Webmaster

Sixteen Tons

[Written in 1947 by Merle Travis]

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

I was born one mornin' 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, a-bless my soul"

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

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
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

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

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

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

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Title:Greenfields
Artist: Brothers Four - Contributor:Webmaster

Once there were green fields kissed by the sun.
Once there were valleys where rivers used to run.
Once there were blue skies with white clouds high above.
Once they were part of an everlasting love.
We were the lovers who strolled through green fields.

Green fields are gone now, parched by the sun.
Gone from the valleys where rivers used to run.
Gone with the cold wind that swept into my heart.
Gone with the lovers who let their dreams depart.
Where are the green fields that we used to roam ?

I'll never know what made you run away.
How can I keep searching when dark clouds hide the day.
I only know there's nothing here for me.
Nothing in this wide world, left for me to see.

Still I'll keep on waiting until you return.
I'll keep on waiting until the day you learn.
You can't be happy while your heart's on the roam,
You can't be happy until you bring it home.
Home to the green fields and me once again.