Lee Hazlewood - Friday's Child

Friday's child, hard luck is her brother
Friday's child, her sister's misery
Friday's child, her daddy they call hard times
Friday's child, that's me

Friday's child, born a little ugly
Friday's child, good looks passed her by...oh
Friday's child, makes something look like nothing
Friday's child, am I...ya

Friday's child, never climbed no mountain
Friday's child, she ain't even going to try...oh
Friday's child, whom they'll forgot to bury
Friday's child, am I

Written by:
LEE HAZLEWOOD

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