Another Day Older and Deeper in Debt: Working for a Living in the 1890s, Part 2



I was born 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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