Chicken Fried

You know I like my chicken fried

And cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio up BAND IN on up beat

half time 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 BREAK

half time, RIM 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

Verse 3 out to acoustic

I thank God for my life

And for the stars and stripes

May freedom forever fly, let it ring.

Salute the snare march ones who died

The ones that give their lives

So we don't have to sacrifice

All the things we love

half time Get a little chicken fried

And cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio Break up build...in on upbeat

I love to see the sun rise

See the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love