The Working Man

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 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.\"

[Chorus:]
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.
[Chorus]
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 head.
Nací un domingo y el jueves ya tenía un trabajo. Desde que tengo memoria, nunca he tenido un día libre. Mi mamá me consideraba problemático y mi papá me echó de casa, diciéndome que debía ganarme la vida por mi cuenta...