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Well, I was born on a Sunday, on Thursday I had me a job |
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I was born on a Sunday, by Thursday I was workin' out on the job |
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I ain't never had no day off since I learned right from wrong |
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Said I was bad, I did something to her head |
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Mama said, I was bad, I did something to her head |
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And poppa threw me out, ooh, said, "I gotta earn my own way" |
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I ain't never been in trouble |
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I ain't got the time |
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I don't mess around with magic, child |
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What I got is mine |
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Whatever you say, Lord, well, that's what I'm gonna do |
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Whatever you say, well, that's what I'm gonna do |
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'Cause I'm the working man, Lord, I do the job for you |
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I ain't never been in trouble |
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I ain't got the time |
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I don't mess around with magic, child |
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What I got is mine |
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Every Friday, well, that's when I get paid |
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Don't take me on Friday, Lord, 'cause that's when I get paid |
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Let me die on Saturday night, ooh, before Sunday gets my head |
