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 a job I ain't never had no day off Since I learned right from wrong Said I was bad I did somethin' to her head Mama said I was bad I did something to her head And papa 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 And I'm the workin' man Lord, I'll 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'll get paid But don't take me on Friday, Lord 'Cause that's when I'll get paid Let me die on Saturday night Oh, before Sunday gets my head