Back to B.C. by Johnny Hart for July 22, 2024

I have no idea what half that stuff is…….

That’s why they travel in large numbers. Needs lots of help.

Some people say an ant is made outta mud

A poor ant’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 16 tons, 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’ when the sun didn’t shine

I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine

I loaded 16 tons of strawberry seeds

And the bossy wife said, “Well, a-bless my soul”

You load 16 tons, 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’, it was drizzlin’ rain

Fightin’ and trouble are my middle name

I was raised in the canebrake by an ol’ mama lion

Can’t no high toned woman make me walk the line

You load 16 tons, 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

If you see me comin’, better step aside

A lotta ants didn’t, a lotta ants died

One fist of iron, the other of steel

If the right one don’t get you

Then the left one will

You load 16 tons, 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 AN’T carrying 19 totes of fermented bilge.”

One could say the same thing about a McDonald’s dinner