Karaoké Chicken Every Sunday 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