Nancy Sinatra

Nancy Sinatra - Fridays Child lyrics

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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

 Guitar Solo

 Friday's child.....Never climbed no mountain
 Friday's child.....She ain't even gonna tray..oh
 Friday's child.....Whom they'll forget to bury
 Friday's child.....Am I
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Author: Lee Hazlewood

Composer: Lee Hazlewood

Publisher: EastWest Records GmbH

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Released in: 1966

Language: English

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