(J. Fogerty)
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Well, I was born on a Sunday; On Thursday I had me a job
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I was born on a Sunday; By Thursday I was workin' out on the job
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I ain't never had no day off since I learned right from wrong
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Mama said I was bad, I did something to her head
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Mama said I was bad, I did something to her head
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And poppa threw me out, ooh, said, "I gotta earn my own way."
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Chorus:
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I ain't never been in trouble
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I ain't got the time
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I don't mess around with magic, child
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What I got is mine
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Whatever you say, Lord, well, that's what I'm gonna do
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Whatever you say, well, that's what I'm gonna do
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'Cause I'm the Working Man, Lord, and I do the job for you
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Chorus
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Every Friday, well, that's when I get paid
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Don't take me on Friday, Lord, 'cause that's when I get paid
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Let me die on Saturday night, ooh, before Sunday gets my head
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The Working Man
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| Creedence Clearwater Revival |
