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SATURDAY'S CHILD Hoyt Axton - 1963 Yeah, some were teethed on a silver spoon With a star hung high for a rattle People, I was teethed like the black raccoon As instruments of battle For I was born on Saturday A bad time to plant your seed The only thing my father said "Another mouth to feed" When I was born, oh the rain fell hard And misery piled high 'round my mama's door The first two words that I ever cried Were "hungry" and "more" For I was born on Saturday A bad time to plant your seed And the only thing my mama said "Another mouth to feed" For I'm the brother to the black raccoon And the kin to all things wild The only thing God said to me "Boy, you're Saturday's Child" For some were teethed on a silver spoon With a star hung high for a rattle People, I was teethed like the black raccoon As instruments of battle For I was born on Saturday A bad time to plant your seed The only thing they said to me (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - July 2013)

    


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