Chicken Fried lyrics

You know I like my chicken fried,

a cold beer on a Friday night,

a pair of jeans that fit just right,

and the radio up...

Well, I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine

and that’s home, you know:

Sweet tea, pecan pie and homemade wine,

where the peaches grow.

And my house, it’s not much to talk about,

but it’s filled with love

that’s grown in southern ground.

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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’ve seen the sunrise;

see the love in my woman’s eyes;

feel the touch of a precious child;

and know a mother’s love.

It’s funny how

it’s the little things in life

that mean the most;

not where you live,

what you drive,

or the price tag on your clothes.

There’s no dollar sign on

a peace of mind,

this I’ve come to know.

So if you agree,

have a drink with me

Raise your glasses for a toast:

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Interlude

I thank God for my life,

for the stars and stripes.

May freedom forever fly, l

let it ring.

Salute the ones who died,

the ones that give their lives.

so we don’t have to sacrifice

all the things we love

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