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Lyrics for 'The Working Man' by 'Creedence Clearwater Revival'
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 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."
Chorus:
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.
Chorus
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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