Chicken Every Sunday Lyrics - Bobby Bare

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