Sidesface grand square *Some people say a man is made outta mud A poor man's made from muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bone A mind that's a-weak, Allemande left and weave the ring You load sixteen ton - what do you get? Swing your girl around and promenade her you bet (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 The straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul."
*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 Ain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
FIGURE Mainstream, corner progression
Heads promenade and travel halfway around Walk in andsquare thru it's four hands around All the way and then, touch 1/4 then Scoot back and now the boy run right my friend You star thru, pass thru, trade by and swing Swing that corner girl and promenade that ring Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store
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