《The Working Man》歌詞:byCreedence Clearwater Revival mp3歌詞

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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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