Chicken Fried
You know I like my chicken friedA cold beer on a Friday nightA pair of jeans that fit just rightAnd the radio up
Well, I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pineAnd that’s home, you knowSweet tea, pecan pie and homemade wine, where the peaches growAnd my house, it’s not much to talk aboutBut it’s filled with love that’s grown in southern ground
ChorusAnd a little bit of chicken friedCold beer on a Friday nightA pair of jeans that fit just rightAnd the radio up
Well, I’ve seen the sunriseSee the love in my woman’s eyesFeel the touch of a precious childAnd know a mother’s love
It’s funny how it’s the little things in life that mean the mostNot where you live, what you drive,or the price tag on your clothesThere’s no dollar sign on a piece of mind,this I’ve come to knowSo if you agree, have a drink with meRaise your glasses for a toast
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I thank God for my life,for the stars and stripesMay freedom forever fly, let it ringSalute the ones who died,the ones that give their livesSo we don’t have to sacrifice all the things we love
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