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 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 sittin' 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, have picnics on the ground

Oh, 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

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 worth at all

And if anything, you're too good for him

Just because they've got money and a big fine house

Aha, we won't take no sad talks off 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, have picnics on the ground

Oh, that's the lower class then 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 in to town

Writer : CHARLIE CRAIG, BETTY CRAIG
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group