C# F# Well, I was born on a sunday; on thursday C# I had me a job. F# A I was born on a sunday; by thursday C# I was workin out on the job. G# F# I aint never had no day off since C# I learned right from wrong. C# F# C# Said I was bad, I did something to her head. F# A C# Mama said I was bad, I did something to her head. A F# And poppa threw me out, ooh, said, C# I gotta earn my own way. Chorus: C# I aint never been in trouble; F# I aint got the time. C# I dont mess around with magic, child. F# 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. | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C# F# G# |