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The Working Man Lyrics

Well, I was born on a Sunday,
By Thursday I had me a job,
I was born on a Sunday,
By Thursday,
I was working 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,
Oh, said, I got to 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, and I 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 get paid,
Don’t take me on Friday,
Lord, cause that’s when I get paid,
Let me die on Saturday night,
Oh, before Sunday gets my head.
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