Generally a solo performer and songwriter - all acoustic. I tend to play folk, acoustic/country blues, and various other acoustic styles.
Lyrics
Thursday’s Child
© 2005 by Clint Anglin
Thursday’s child has nothing but woe,
Though some people will say it just ain’t so;
But I’m a Thursday’s child, baby,
And, honey, I should know!
Sometimes I only want to cry,
Hold my head and just cry, cry, cry;
Then other times, baby,
I just want to lay down and die.
I tell you why I’m so sad and blue,
It’s hard, man, but you know it’s true,
You can love somebody
That don’t love you.
You can have your cars and your diamonds too,
But all your money won’t pull you through
When the one you love, man,
She don’t love you.
I’m sittin’ here all by myself –
Head in my hands, heart on the shelf,
‘Cause that woman I been lovin’
You know, loves somebody else.
Thursday’s child has nothing but woe,
Though some people will tell you it ain’t so;
But I’m a Thursday’s child, baby,
And, honey, I should know!
