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 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
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 headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
