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Sixteen Tons

Merle Travis

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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From Sun Oct 25 13:46:30 PST 1992 Article: 3067 of alt.guitar.tab Path: nevada.edu!uunet!newsgate.watson.ibm.com!news.ans.net!europa.asd.contel.com!darwin.sura.net!spool.mu.edu!uwm.edu!biosci!parc!xerox!putz From: putz@parc.xerox.com (Steve Putz) Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Subject: Re: REQ: 16 tons Keywords: Digital Tradition Message-ID: Date: 20 Oct 92 15:55:09 GMT References: Sender: news@parc.xerox.com Organization: Xerox PARC Lines: 56 The version below is from the Digital Tradition folk song database (July 1992 version). The "Rise Up Singing" song book gives the following chords: verse: Am - F E / Am - F E / Am - Dm - / Am - - E7 chorus as in verse ending: Am - E7 Am It also indicates the song is in the book "Songs of Work and Protest". For more information about the Digital Tradition, contact: Dick Greenhaus, 28 Powell Street, Greenwich, CT 06831, 203/531-7314 I'm thinking of making a copy of the Digital Tradition available on an FTP server. Let me know if that would be useful. Steve Putz Xerox Palo Alto Research Center Palo Alto, California ----------------------------- SIXTEEN TONS (Merle Travis) Some people say a man is made outa mud A poor man's made outa muscle 'n blood... Muscle an' blood an' skin an' bone A mind that's weak and a back that's strong cho: You load sixteen tons an' whaddya get? Another day older an' deeper in debt Saint Peter doncha call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company sto' If ya hear me a-comin' ya better step aside A lotta men din't an' a lotta men died With one fist of iron an' the other of steel If the right one don' getcha then the left one will. I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine Picked up my shovel and I went to the mine Loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal And the strawboss said, "Well, Bless my soul!" I was born one morning in the drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the canebreak by an' ol' mama hound Ain't no high-tone woman gonna push me around. @mine Copyright American Music, Inc. filename[ TON16 RG ------------------
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