Just because all my dresses are just cotton hand-me-downs
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This family calls me the lower class
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Cause we're only poor folks on the other side of town
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They won't let him walk up my path
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But my mama says don't worry when they say those things about ye
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You remember you're just as good as him
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Just because they got that big house settin' way upon the hill
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Why you don't have to look up to them
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We've got chicken every Sunday and the preacher comes around
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And every Saturday morning daddy takes us all to town
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And we'd go to the picture show or picnics on the ground
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Oh that's the lower class and I'm glad that's what I am
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[Guitar]
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Cause my mama don't belong to the ladies social set
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My daddy can't afford the country club
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His folks look down on me and they don't let us date
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Cause they think that I'm not good enough
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But my mama says forgive him honey he ain't worthy of
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And in anything you're too good for him
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Just because they've got money and a big fine house
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Well we won't take no self off of them
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We've got chicken every Sunday...
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We've got chicken every Sunday...
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Chicken Every Sunday
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Dolly Parton |