Текст песни Creedence Clearwater Revival - 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 the job. I ain’t never had no day off Since I learned right from wrong. 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, I do the job for you. 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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