Chicken Every Sunday

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's special way of sayin' how their little home was blessed
And sometimes she would say it when she said her prayers at night
She'd bow her head and say
"Chicken every Sunday, Lord, and everything's all right"

Well, Johnny grew to be a man and his mama passed away
And as fate would have it happen, Johnny's a 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 30 rich men sat around and passed the golden cup
And Johnny, the guest honor, looked around and then stood up
30 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