I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine Picked up my shovel And I walked to the mine I hauled sixteen Tons of number 9 coal And the store boss said, " Well, bless my soul" ) You haul sixteen tons, Whadaya 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 Born one morning it was drizzl'n rain Fightin' and Trouble are my Middle name I was raised in a canebrake by an old Mama lion And no high-toned woman make me walk the line See me comin' better step aside A lot of men didn't and a lot of men Died I got one fist of iron and the other of steel And if the right one don't get ya, the left one will Born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine Picked up my shovel and I Walked to the mine I hauled Sixteen Tons Of number 9 coal And the store boss said, " Well, bless my soul" Some people say a man is made out of mud A poor Man's made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood, skin and bones... A mind that's weak and a back that's strong You load sixteen tons, and what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt St. Peter, don't you call me, 'Cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one Mornin' and 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 bless my soul!" ... You loaded... I was born one mornin' it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and Trouble are My middle name I was raised in a cane-brake by an old Mama lion can't no high-toned woman make me walk no line If you see me comin', better step aside A lot of men didn't, A lot of men died One fist of iron, The other of steel If the right one Don't get you, then the left one will You load sixteen tons, and what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt St. Peter don't you call me, 'Cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store

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 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 I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the canebrake* by an ol' mama lion Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line 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 If you see me comin', better step aside A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died One fist of iron, the other of steel If the right one don't a-get you, then the left one will 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

Yeah You know seh nuff ghetto yute out deya today breddrin wah You know seh why Know the government nah run rothin for dem breddrin You know seh the streets dem empty You know seh the pockets are empty So the yutes dem hungry You know seh the yutes dem ah strugglin' So dem ah start jugglin' You nah want fe get caught in the game Dem ah wan fi be gangsters Tell me what they're fighting for Want fi be gangsters Fighting without no war Bah-wah-da-dan-dan-dan-dan 2015 the ghetto gettin' hot No body can get a job So dem ah turn drug shotta Dem ah sell drugs to the people And nuh see what the matter Dem nuh talk bout food when Dem got big mac-ah Dem nuh talk bout football When dem gwan take shotter Dem ah buss shot inna di street And dem buss in the blacka See mi, hard life we know about dat-ah Yes, mi know about scraping from the bottom of the butter Mi know how it feel to lose your mother and your brother Well, seh comin' in now seh with the bass and fire Seh I man Charlie P mi never gwan retire Mi have to stop the yutes that squeeze the guns and fire Wan fi take dem inna di dance where the vibes dem higher Now all around the world seh Charlie P pon flyer Cuh mi ah the original riddim rider Seh sweet Cali weed inna di chalwa, fire! Yes ah yes mi take a draw, higher! Dem ah want fi be gangsters Tell me what they're fighting for Dem ah want fi be gangsters Fighting without no war Bah-wah-da-dan-dan-dan-dan Seh as a youth mi had it hard As a youth mi had it tuff As a youth mi nuh have much But mi had my family's love Some youths nah even have that Some youth nah even know dem dad Some youth nah even know dem mother We tellin' you now it sad Some youth dem gwan join a gang and dem a feel like big man Ghetto youth around the world from Japan to Finland Some youth have AK and big machine gun Some youth nuh even gwan fi make it till the age of twenty-one Seh, some youth nuh even make it till the age of fifteen As a youth I was told you haffi live your life clean Seh, always treat the people how you want fi be treat So I did, now i'm here seh mashin' up pon the scene Dem ah wan fi be gangsters Tell me what they're fighting for Dem ah wan fi be gangster Fighting without no war Bah-wah-da-dan-dan-dan-dan Yes seh when mi walk in the ghetto no it's not dangerous Seh, all of the ghetto people dem gwan show mi love Seh, all around the world ghetto people stand up We nah let no babylon fi put you in some handcuff We give them sixteen tons of di pressure Seh hit them with bass watch them bottom lip quiver The dibby dibby crackhead dem ah shake and shiver But you know dem not as bad as the ones that deliver Mi seh, dem ah You know your life gettin' better Seh if you trust your brothers Yes if you trust your bredda Seh dubplate mi on it that a heavy like lead-ah You know seh Charlie P mi ah the lyrical veter-veter Lord, dem ah wan fi be gangster Tell me what they're fighting for Lord, dem ah wan fi be gangster Fighting without no war Bah-wah-da-dan-dan-dan-dan-deh!

Is there something wrong with me? Cause I feel you're ignoring me Golden showers on my head Rainbows missing presumed dead I think I might just stay in bed Oh I'll be doing fine until you shine Gaslight Always on my mind until you shine Gaslight Make no mistake I.C.U Paging Mr No Can Do Poison on an IV drip Fourteen years so sick of it I've finally given you the slip Oh I'll be doing fine until you shine Gaslight Always on my mind until you shine Gaslight On and on and on and on and on and on I'm losing sleep now On and on and on and on and on and on I don't believe you Ask me why I look so blue (Look so blue) You tell me there could be a screw (screw you) Loose in here, you're losing here The spell is broken I'll be doing fine until you shine Gaslight Always on my mind until you shine Gaslight I'll be doing fine until you shine Gaslight Always on my mind until you shine Gaslight