The Working Man Lyrics by Creedence Clearwater Revival

(from the album Boxed Set (disc 2: 1967-1969))

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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 aint 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 aint never been in trouble;
I aint got the time.
I dont mess around with magic, child.
What I got is mine.

Whatever you say, lord, well, thats what Im gonna do.
Whatever you say, well, thats what Im gonna do.
cause Im the working man, lord, and I do the job for you.

Chorus

Every friday, well, thats when I get paid.
Dont take me on friday, lord, cause thats when I get paid.
Let me die on saturday night, ooh, before sunday gets my head.

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