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 working out on the job



I ain't 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 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, ooh

Before Sunday gets my head