Creedence Clearwater Revival - The Working Man lyrics

[Creedence Clearwater Revival - The Working Man lyrics]

Well, I was born on a sunday on
Thursday I had me a job
I was born on a sunday by thursday
I was working out on the job
I ain't never had no day off
Since I learned right from wrong
Mama said I was bad
I did something to her head
Mama said I was bad
I did something to her head
And poppa threw me out, ooh, said
"I gotta earn my own way"

I ain't never been in trouble
I ain't got the time
I don't mess around with magic, child
What I got is mine

Whatever you say, lord, well
That's what I'm gonna do
Whatever you say, well


That's what I'm gonna do
Cause I'm the working man, lord
And I do the job for you

I ain't never been in trouble
I ain't got the time
I don't mess around with magic, child
What I got is mine

Every friday, well, that's when I get paid
Don't take me on friday, lord
Cause that's when I get paid
Let me die on saturday night, ooh
Before sunday gets my head

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