Chicken Every Sunday

Chicken every Sunday mama everything's all right Johnny was just a little boy the day his daddy died And his mama had a hard time keepin' them both but the Lord knows how she tried And sometimes she'd tell him son we got heaven on our side There's chicken every Sunday Johnny everything's all right Although he was just a little lad he never did forget His mama special way of sayin' how their little home was blessed And sometimes she would said when she said her prayers at night She'd bowed her head and said chicken every Sunday Lord and everything's all right Well Johnny grew to be a man and his mama pa*sed away And this fate would have happened Johnny's the rich man today In fact they held the dinner to honor Johnny's name And with his fame and his riches you might think that Johnny had changed But thirty rich men sat around and pa*sed the golden cup And Johnny God bless his honor looked around and then stood up Thirty rich men bowed their heads and everything grew quiet And Johnny said chicken every Sunday mama everything's all right Chicken every Sunday mama everything's all right