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 woke up 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
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRh0QiXyZSk )
Good morning, everyone! Happy Thursday! I'm sure glad I'm not a coal miner...
Bit 'o rain this morning, but it should stop soon. I've already had my breakfast and one mug of unbranded Keemun tea, and have a second mug going right now. When I finish that, I'll meditate for 30 minutes then it's off to the mines... Well, the walking mines, that is. I put some Dr. Schols Blister pads on my tosies and I'm good to go. I've a 15k route picked out for today, but I have to take along a
pocket air horn. I'll be walking through a lot of rural areas and there are packs of 'soi dogs' that run loose. As long as I can 'bark' louder than they can, I'm OK. None of them can bark louder than an air horn. (BTW ladies, these are great protection for walking alone later at night.) But just in case Cujo is around, I'll have a walking stick too! OK... tea is done... off to the couch to contemplate my navel.
Stitchawl