Fridays Child Lyrics

Fridays Child lyrics

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 

  

 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