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Creedence Clearwater Revival
THE WORKING MAN
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THE WORKING MAN,
Creedence Clearwater Revival
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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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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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