Chicken Fried

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
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 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
 And a little bit of chicken fried
 A cold beer on a Friday night
 A pair of jeans that fit just right
 And the radio up
 Well I've done seen the sun rise
 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
 To a little bit of chicken fried
 A cold beer on a Friday night
 A pair of jeans that fit just right
 And the radio up
 Well I've done seen the sun rise
 See the love in my woman's eyes
 Feel the touch of a precious child
 And know a mother's love
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 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 that give their lives
 So we don't have to sacrifice
 All the things we love
 Like our chicken fried
 And cold beer on a Friday night
 A pair of jeans that fit just right
 And the radio up
 Well I've done seen the sun rise
 See the love in my woman's eyes
 Feel the touch of a precious child
 And know a mother's love
 Get your little chicken fried
 And cold beer on a Friday night
 A pair of jeans that fit just right
 And the radio up
 Well I've done seen the sun rise
 See the love in my woman's eyes
 Feel the touch of a precious child
 And know a mother's love