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)
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