Текст песни Bobby Bare - Chicken Every Sunday
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Chicken every Sunday mama everything`s all rightJohnny was just a little boy the day his daddy diedAnd his mama had a hard time keepin` them both but the Lord knows how she triedAnd sometimes she`d tell him son we got heaven on our sideThere`s chicken every Sunday Johnny everything`s all rightAlthough he was just a little lad he never did forgetHis mama special way of sayin` how their little home was blessedAnd sometimes she would said when she said her prayers at nightShe`d bowed her head and said chicken every Sunday Lord and everything`s all rightWell Johnny grew to be a man and his mama passed awayAnd this fate would have happened Johnny`s the rich man todayIn fact they held the dinner to honor Johnny`s nameAnd with his fame and his riches you might think that Johnny had changedBut thirty rich men sat around and passed the golden cupAnd Johnny God bless his honor looked around and then stood upThirty rich men bowed their heads and everything grew quietAnd Johnny said chicken every Sunday mama everything`s all rightChicken every Sunday mama everything`s all right