Letra 'The Working Man' de 'Creedence Clearwater Revival' traducida al español

Well, i was born on a sunday; on thursday i had me a job.
i was born on a sunday; by thursday i was workinand' out on the job.
i ainand'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, andquot;i gotta earn my own way.andquot;
Chorus:
i ainand't never been in trouble;
i ainand't got the time.
I donand't mess around with magic, child.
what i got is mine.
Whatever you say, lord, well, thatand's what iand'm gonna do.
whatever you say, well, thatand's what iand'm gonna do.
and'cause iand'm the working man, lord, and i do the job for you.
Chorus
Every friday, well, thatand's when i get paid.
donand't take me on friday, lord, and'cause thatand's when i get paid.
let me die on saturday night, ooh, before sunday gets my head.