Chicken Every Sunday

(Charlie Craig - Betty Craig)



Just because all my dresses are just cotton hand-me-downs

This family calls me the lower class

'Cause we're only poor folks on the other side of town

They won't let him walk up my path.



But my mama says don't worry when they say those things about ye

You remember you're just as good as him

Just because they got that big house settin' way upon the hill

Why you don't have to look up to them.



We've got chicken every Sunday and the preacher comes around

And every Saturday morning daddy takes us all to town

And we'd go to the picture show or picnics on the ground

Oh, that's the lower class and I'm glad that's what I am.



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'Cause my mama don't belong to the ladies social set

My daddy can't afford the country club

His folks look down on me and they won't let us be

'Cause they think that I'm not good enough.



But my mama says forgive him honey he ain't worthy of

And in anything you're too good for him

Just because they've got money and a big fine house

Well, we won't take no self off of them.



We've got chicken every Sunday and the preacher comes around

And every Saturday morning daddy takes us all to town

And we'd go to the picture show or picnics on the ground

Oh, that's the lower class and I'm glad that's what I am.



We've got chicken every Sunday and the preacher comes around

And every Saturday morning daddy takes us all to town

And we'd go to the picture show or picnics on the ground

Oh, that's the lower class and I'm glad that's what I am...