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'll 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 Ooh before Sunday gets my head --- The Working Man - Creedence Clearwater Revival