Abbey Lincoln - Thursday's Child

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Intro
Monday's child is fair of face
And Tuesday's child is full of grace
Wednesday's child is full of woe
But Thursday's child has far to go

Verse 1
Things look mighty black
For Thursday's child
Trouble dogs the track
Of Thursday's child
This world could be
A wonderful place
But not when you wear Thursday's face

Verse 2
I never know which way I'm bound
I'm Thursday's child
Heartbreak hangs around
For Thursday's child
I'll always be blamed
For what I was named
But still, I'm not ashamed
I'm Thursday's child
 
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Anna Marie Wooldridge (August 6, 1930 – August 14, 2010), known professionally as Abbey Lincoln, was an American jazz vocalist, songwriter, and actress. She was a civil rights activist beginning in the 1960s. Lincoln made a career not only out of delivering deeply felt presentations of standards but writing and singing her own material.