Dolly Parton - Chicken Every Sunday
Just because all my dresses are just cotton hand-me-downs,
His family calls me the lower class.
‘Cause we’re only poor folks on the other side of town,
They wont 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 up on a hill,
Why you don’t have to look up to them.
We got chicken every Sunday an’ the preacher comes around,
An’ every Saturday mornin’ daddy takes us all to town.
An’ 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
An’ my daddy can’t afford the country club
His folks look down on me, an’ they wont let us date
‘Cause they think that I’m not good enough
But my mama says forget him honey he ain’t worth it all
An’ if anything, you’re too good for him
Just because they got money and a big fine house
Why we wont take no sass awe for them.
We got chicken every Sunday an’ the preacher comes around,
An’ every Saturday mornin’ my daddy takes us all to town.
An’ 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.
We got chicken every Sunday an’ the preacher comes around,
An’ every Saturday mornin’ daddy takes us all to town.
An’ 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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| Title:Chicken Every Sunday
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