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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.
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."
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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.
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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.
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