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| 2:06 | 
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| 2. |
| 1:49 |
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| 3. |
| 2:20 | 
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I've go every disease known to man
From the African mumps to the dishpan hands I lost every race I ever ran I never even got a start But there's one thing I do know I'll tell you right now There's too many wrinkles in this young man's brow And I'm getting kind of tired, tired of pulling that plow Oh what am I gonna do? Chorus So you think you got troubles The more you cry the worse it gets So you think you got troubles Well brother you ain't heard nothin' yet You know my rusty old car sounds like a tin can My wife ran off with another man And I strained a muscle in my crap shootin' hand And my income tax is due Well I lost all my money in a neighborhood game My brother's after me to change my name And to top it all off, I think I'm going lame Oh, what am I gonna do Chorus My Doctor tells me not to smoke He says Harry, drink nothing stronger than a coke You know I'm not even supposed to listen to a racial joke For I'd laugh and strain my heart But there's one thing I do know I'll tell you right now There's too many wrinkles in this young man's brow And I'm gettin' kind of tired, tired of pullin' that plow Oh what am I gonna do? Chorus |
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| 4. |
| 2:05 |
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| 5. |
| 2:00 |
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| 6. |
| 2:30 |
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Some people say man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bone A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong You load sixteen 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 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 store-boss said the "Well-a bless my soul" You load sixteen 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 I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line You load sixteen 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 If you see me comin', better step aside A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died One fist of iron, the other of steel If the right one don't git ya, then the left one will You load sixteen 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 |
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| 7. |
| 2:14 |
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| 8. |
| 2:01 |
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| 9. |
| 2:48 |
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| 10. |
| 2:17 |
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