Текст песни Герберт Рид - 16 тонн

Я слышал, из глины всех создал бог,
Шахтер - забойщик есть плоть и кровь.
Плоть и кровь, под кожей кость,
Слаб мозгами, но как крепок торс.

Ты шестнадцать тонн дай на гора!
В поту день прожит, но я глубже в долгах.
Святой Петр меня в небо не зовёт, ведь я
Заложил душу в лавке навсегда.

Я родился утром столь ненастного дня,
В руки дали кайло, ждёт там шахта меня.
В день шестнадцать тонн срубил я угля,
А десятник крикнул мне: «Хреново, бля!»

Ты шестнадцать тонн дай на гора!
День с потом прожит, но я глубже в долгах.
Святой Петр меня в небо не зовёт, ведь я
Заложил душу в лавке навсегда.

В дождь и холод утром появился я,
Буча и драка - мои прозвища,
В джунглях ведь я вырос и не знал я воспитанья,
Женщин нет на свете, чтоб построить меня.

Ты шестнадцать тонн дай на гора!
День с потом прожит, но я глубже в долгах.
Святой Петр меня в небо не зовёт, ведь я
Заложил душу в лавке навсегда.

Как увидишь, что иду,сторонись меня,
А кто не успел , то тому труба!
Кулак как гиря, с ночи не допил,
Расправляюсь походя с тем, кто мне не мил.

Ты шестнадцать тонн дай на гора!
День с потом прожит, но я глубже в долгах.
Святой Петр меня в небо не зовёт, ведь я
Заложил душу в лавке навсегда.
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4.
Best Performer: Tennessee Ernie Ford.
Подходящий исполнитель: Гарик Сукачев.

Оригинальный текст Мэрла Тревиса:

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

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'

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!"

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'

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-lion
Ain't no high-tone woman make me walk the line.

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 see me a-comin' ya better step aside
A lotta men didn't an' a lotta men died
With one fist of iron an' the other of steel
If the right one don't getcha then the left one will.

You load sixteen tons an' whaddya get?
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I heard that God made all of clay,
The miner - the slayer is flesh and blood.
Flesh and blood, bone under the skin,
Weak in brains, but how torso strong.

Give sixteen tons to the mountain!
I can live a day in sweat, but I'm deeper in debt.
St. Peter does not call me to heaven, because I
He laid the soul in the shop forever.

I was born in the morning of such a rainy day,
They gave me a kaylo, mine was waiting for me there.
On a day, I cut down sixteen tons of coal,
And the ten's manager shouted to me: “Shitty, fucking!”

Give sixteen tons to the mountain!
I will live a day with sweat, but I'm deeper in debt.
St. Peter does not call me to heaven, because I
He laid the soul in the shop forever.

In the rain and cold in the morning I appeared
Butch and fight are my nicknames
After all, I grew up in the jungle and I didn’t know my upbringing,
There are no women in the world to build me.

Give sixteen tons to the mountain!
I will live a day with sweat, but I'm deeper in debt.
St. Peter does not call me to heaven, because I
He laid the soul in the shop forever.

As you see me coming, stay away from me
And who did not have time, then the pipe!
Fist like a kettlebell, from the night did not finish,
Dealing with walking like someone who is not nice to me.

Give sixteen tons to the mountain!
A day with sweat will live, but I'm deeper in debt.
St. Peter does not call me to heaven, because I
He laid the soul in the shop forever.
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4.
Best Performer: Tennessee Ernie Ford.
Suitable artist: Garik Sukachev.

Original text by 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

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 '

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!"

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 '

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-lion
Ain't no high-tone woman make me walk the line.

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 see me a-comin 'ya better step aside
A lotta men didn't an 'a lotta men died
With one fist of iron an 'the other of steel
If the right one don't getcha then the left one will.

You load sixteen tons an 'whaddya get?
Anot
jooov.net