Nancy Sinatra - Friday's Child Lyrics

Lyrics Friday's Child - Nancy Sinatra



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
Friday′s child makes something look like nothing
Friday's child am I, yeah
Friday′s child never climbed no mountain
Friday's child she ain′t even gonna try
Friday's child whom they'll forget to bury
Friday′s child am I
Friday′s child am I.



Writer(s): Lee Hazlewood


Nancy Sinatra - Nancy in London




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