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
Keeping 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 saying
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, the guest of 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