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 you
 You remember you're just as good as him
 Just because they got that big house sitting way upon the 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'd go to the picture show or picnics on the ground
 Oh if that's lower class and 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 don't let us date
 Cause they think that I'm not good enough
 But my mama says forgive him honey he ain't worthy of
 And if anything you're too good for him
 Just because they've got money and a big fine house
 Well we won't take no self off of them
 We've got chicken every Sunday and the preacher comes around
 And every Saturday morning daddy takes us all to town
 And we'd go to the picture show or picnics on the ground
 Boy if that's the lower class and I'm glad that's what I am
 We've got chicken every Sunday and the preacher comes around
 And every Saturday morning daddy takes us all to town
 And we'd go to the picture show