You load 16 tons and what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt. St. Peter don't ya call me 'cause I can't go, I owe my soul to the company store. Oh! The clotes need washin' and the fire won't start. Kids all cryin' and your breakin' my heart. Whole darn place is fallin' apart. Maybe things'll get a little better in the mornin' maybe things'll bet a little better Work your fingers to the bone and whaddy ya get? Boney fingers, boney fingers They're closin' down the textile mill across the railroad tracks, foreman says these...
