The Working Man

Well, I was born on a Sunday
On Thursday, I had me a job
I was born on a Sunday
By Thursday, I was workin' out on a job
I ain't never had no day off
Since I learned right from wrong

Said I was bad
I did somethin' to her head
Mama said I was bad
I did something to her head
And papa threw me out
Oh, 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
And I'm the workin' man
Lord, I'll 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'll get paid
But don't take me on Friday, Lord
'Cause that's when I'll get paid
Let me die on Saturday night
Oh, before Sunday gets my head



Credits
Writer(s): John Cameron Fogerty
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