Bobby Bare - Chicken Every Sunday lyrics

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 passed 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 passed 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