Oh yeah
One day, a friend of mine began to walk up to me
He said "T," you've been singing for a long time
He said don't often times you get worried
And so discouraged?
But I wasn't worried about that
Because I know the Lord is going to pay me one day
And I began to sing a song like this—
When do we get paid for the work we've done? (Oh Lord)
When do we get paid for the work we've done? (Wait a minute here)
For more than three years, the Staples have sung down here
Carrying our music here and there
Sometimes trouble, sometimes heartbreak,
Friends got a lot of our names
Call us everything but a child of God
But we're not worried about that
The only thing we're worried about, we'll say it again right here:
When do we get paid for the work we've done? (When do we get paid?)
When do we get paid for the work that we've done?
(All that I need, I say)
He's played down here a long time
He's been playing for so long
And Ronnie on the bass here —
When do we get paid?
When do we get paid for the work we've done?
(When do we get paid?)
When do we get paid for the work we've done?
(Brother Carl on the drums)
When do we get paid?
When do we get paid?
Ain't no harm to moan sometimes