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Some people say a man is made out of mud Well, a poor man's made outta muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bone and a mind That's weak but
Some people say a man is made outta mud. A poor man's made outta muscle and blood. Muscle and blood, skin and bones; A mind that's weak and a back that
Hold on Hold on Looking for a reason to go on Alone again On my own again Now everything has turned From right to wrong Oh, trying to keep afloat
Rows of houses all bearing down on me I can feel their blue hands touching me All these things into positions All these things will one day take control
You grew wings on your heart. And you let it out your ribcage and it flew into the dark like a ghost, just like a ghost. And it flutters by my window
Some people say a man's made outta mud a poor man's made outta muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones a mind that's weak and a back that
We were blinded by love's light Couldn't see nothin', everythin' was so bright The wind blew in some dark cloudy skies This ain't rain fallin' from our
You want it heavy, well now God damn, I weigh a ton You know that I am a ton of fun You know you want a piece of me A piece of me, a piece of my Home
SIXTEEN TONS Writer Merle Travis 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
the truth comes out as the fire burns low it comes to light as only embers glow the whiskey talks, the west wind moans in the night the deadfall'
There were seventeen cars out in my back yard, The boys in blue are calling my name, Semi-automatic up on the rooftop, They just to want to talk to
I am the thing that makes you sick I am the blame that gets placed quick Detect the crack within your lie (Your lie) I'll be the wrath of your disdain
If my head could start the argument. You know it would. Never good at accepting compliments. That all compliments of me. Let's go where it might be so
Faded curtains, faded moon, through a broken sky Staring at a photograph, the ghost of you and I Those were times, yeah, those were good times that we
Some people say a man is made outta mud A-made outta mud an' muscle an' blood Muscle an' blood an' skin an' bones A mind that's weak and a back that's
From the Album: * Switch There's no lock on my door Dunno what bolts are for Never pay no rent All I got was heaven sent Don't need no clocks (tick tock
