Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Working Man, artist - Creedence Clearwater Revival. Date of issue: 16.02.2014
Song language: English
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 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.» |
| 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. |
| 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. |