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
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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
Lyrics: Chicken Every Sunday, Bobby Bare [end]