Friday`s Child

Nancy Sinatra

Fridays child.....Hard luck is her brother

Fridays child.....Her sisters misery

Fridays child.....Her daddy they call hard times



Fridays child.....Thats me



Fridays child.....Born a little ugly

Fridays child.... Good looks passed her by..oh

Fridays child.....Makes something look like nothing

Fridays child.....Am I..ya



Guitar Solo



Fridays child.....Never climbed no mountain

Fridays child.....She aint even gonna tray..oh

Fridays child.....Whom theyll forget to bury

Fridays child.....Am I