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[D]    [A]    [G]    [D]    [A]    
You know I like m[D]y Chicken Fried
Cold beer on a [A]Friday night
A pair of jeans that [G]fit just right
And the radi[D]o u  [A]p  

[D]    [A]    [G]    [D]    [A]    
Wel[D]l I was raised underneath th[A]e shade of a
Georgia[G] pine
And that's [A]home ya know
[D]Sweet tea, pecan [A]pie and homemade [G]wine
Where the [A]peaches grow
[D]And my house is not m[A]uch to talk [G]about [A]    
[D]But it's filled with loved that's g[A]rown in
southern gr[G]ound [A]    

And a little bit of Chicken [D]fried
Cold beer on a Fr[A]iday night
A pair of jeans that [G]fit just right
And the rad[D]io up [A]    

Well I like to see the[D] sunrise
See the love in my w[A]oman's eyes
Feel the touch of a[G] precious child
and know mot[D]her's l[A]ove  

And it's [D]funny how it's the lit[A]tle things in
li[G]fe  
That m[A]ean the most
Not wh[D]ere you live or [A]what you drive or the
[G]Price tag on your clothes [A]    
There's no d[D]ollar sign on [A]peace of mind
[G]this I've come to know [A]    
So if [D]you agree have a d[A]rink with me
Raise your g[G]lasses for a t[A]oast
And a little bit of Chicken [D]fried
Cold beer on a Fr[A]iday night
A pair of jeans that [G]fit just right
And the rad[D]io up [A]    

Well I like to see the[D] sunrise
See the love in my w[A]oman's eyes
Feel the touch of a[G] precious child
and know mot[D]her's l[A]ove  

[D]    [A]    [G]    [D]    [A]    
I thank God [D]for my life
And for the[A] stars and stripes
May freedom [G]forever fly
Let it ri[D]ng [A]    
Salute the [D]ones who died
The ones who [A]gave their lives
So we don't have t[G]o sacrifice
All the things we [D]love [A]    



You know I like my Chicken Fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up


Well I was raised underneath the shade of a
Georgia pine
And that's home ya know
Sweet tea, pecan pie and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow
And my house is not much to talk about
But it's filled with loved that's grown in
southern ground

And a little bit of Chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up

Well I like to see the sunrise
See the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
and know mother's love

And it's funny how it's the little things in
life
That mean the most
Not where you live or what you drive or the
Price tag on your clothes
There's no dollar sign on peace of mind
this I've come to know
So if you agree have a drink with me
Raise your glasses for a toast
And a little bit of Chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up

Well I like to see the sunrise
See the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
and know mother's love


I thank God for my life
And for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly
Let it ring
Salute the ones who died
The ones who gave their lives
So we don't have to sacrifice
All the things we love

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