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Lyricist: CCR
Lyrics:
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, Oh, 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 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, Oh, before Sunday gets my head.
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