Chicken Every Sunday

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 ya
You remember, you're just as good as him
Just because they got that big house sittin' way upon a 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 go to the picture show, have picnics on the ground
Oh if that's the lower class, then I'm glad that's what I am

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 date
Cause they think that I'm not good enough

But my mama says forget him honey, he ain't worth at all
And if anything you're too good for him
Just because they got money and a big fine house
Why we won't take no sass off of them

We've got chicken every Sunday and the preacher comes around
And every Saturday morning, my Daddy takes us all to town
And we go to the picture show, have picnics on the ground
Oh if that's the lower class, then I'm glad that's what I am

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We've got chicken every Sunday and the preacher comes around
And every Saturday morning, Daddy takes us into town
And we go to the picture show, have picnics on the ground