He gave himself that nickname. Returning from World War II (where he had a B-29 bombardier over Tokyo), he got a job as an early morning DJ on a radio station in San Bernadino. Looking for an angle to make him stand out from the crowd, he constructed a hillbilly persona from his childhood days, when he grew up poor in Tennessee. "Tennessee Ernie" stuck, and he soon found himself recording singles.
1955 was his breakout year, with both The Ballad of Davy Crockett and Sixteen Tons. He would go on to record two platinum and two gold albums, but would really be known for two things: his many Gospel songs, and Sixteen Tons. Many others would cover the song, from Bo Diddley to Stevie Wonder to Noriel Vilela's samba version, but Ford's childhood roots of poverty always seemed to give it more cut.
Sixteen Tons (Songwriter: Merle Travis*)
Some people say a man is made outta mud* This is under some dispute. Coalminer George S. Davis claims that he wrote this as Nine or Ten Tons in the 1930s.
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
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