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Creedence Clearwater Revival 1968
The Working Man текст песни
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.
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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