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.