"St Peter don't you call me, 'cause I can't go...
"...I owe my soul to the company store"
Don't laugh, my wife's parents used to shop at the company store owned by the coal mine where her father worked in Pittsburgh. And every now and then, today in rural Florida, the authorities raid isolated farms where the immigrant workers are forbidden to leave the premises (by armed guards with dogs) until they pay the rent and bills they owe the owners.