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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Creedence Clearwater Revival -  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."
 
 Chorus:
 
 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.
 
 Chorus
 
 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.
 
 
    
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