Sold my soul to the RPO

Here's a parody of "Sixteen Tons" by Tennessee Ernie Ford

Some people say a coach ain't got no soul
Truth is a coach's soul is made outta coal
Coal and tobacco and film and stone
A mind that's a-sharp and a voice that's strong
You work sixteen hours, what do you get?
Another game older and record's still in red
Saint Vince don't you call me 'cause I can't go to a bowl
I owe my soul to the RPO

I was born one mornin' when the leaves did fall
I picked up my whistle and I walked to the field
I worked sixteen hours for us to come up short
And the HFC said "Sonaofb****"
You load work sixteen hours, what do you get?
Another game older and record's still in red
Saint Vince don't you call me 'cause I can't go to a bowl
I owe my soul to the RPO

I awoke one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Ineligibles downfield is my middle name
I was raised in the fields by a new school HC
Can't no-a zebra-striped referee make me obey the line
You work sixteen hours, what do you get?
Another game older and record's still in red
Saint Vince don't you call me 'cause I can't go to a bowl
I owe my soul to the RPO

If you see it comin', better call some man
A lotta DCs didn't, a lotta DCs got fried
One to hit you with the run, the other with the pass
If the run don't a-get you, then the pass option will
You load work sixteen hours, what do you get?
Another game older and record's still in red
Saint Vince don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I ooooooooooooowaa myyyyyyyy soul...to the RPO