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G You know I like my chicken fried D Cold beer on a Friday night C A pair of jeans that fit just right G D And the radio up G D C Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine D And that`s home you know G D C Sweet tea pecan pie and homemade wine D Where the peaches grow G D C - D And my house it`s not much to talk about G D C D But it`s filled with love that`s grown in southern ground G And a little bit of chicken fried D Cold beer on a Friday night C A pair of jeans that fit just right G - D And the radio up G Well I`ve seen the sunrise D See the love in my woman`s eyes C Feel the touch of a precious child G - D And know a mother`s love G D C D Well its funny how it`s the simple things in life that mean the most G D C D Not where you live or the car you drive or the price tag on your clothes D C D There`s no dollar sign on a piece of mind this I`ve come to know G D So if you agree have a drink with me C D Raise you glasses for a toast G To a little bit of chicken fried (Chorus) G I thank god for my life D And for the stars and stripes C G - D May freedom forever fly, let it ring. G Salute the ones who died D C The ones that give their lives so we don`t have to sacrifice G D All the things we love G Like our chicken fried (Chorus) END
G And a little bit of chicken fried D Cold beer on a Friday night C A pair of jeans that fit just right G - D And the radio up G Well I`ve seen the sunrise D See the love in my woman`s eyes C Feel the touch of a precious child G - D And know a mother`s love
Written by Wyatt Durrette / Zac Brown / Zac Brown Band
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