You know I like my a chicken fried
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Cold beer on a Friday night
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A pair of jeans that fit just right
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And the radio up
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Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine
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And that’s home you know
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With sweet tea pecan pie and homemade wine
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Where the peaches grow
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And my house it’s not much to talk about
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But it’s filled with love that’s grown in southern ground
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And a little bit of chicken fried
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Cold beer on a Friday night
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A pair of jeans that fit just right
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And the radio up
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you know I like the sunrise
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To see the love in my woman’s eyes
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Feel the touch of a precious child
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And know a mother’s love
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And its funny how it’s the little things in life that mean the most
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Not where you live, what you drive or the price tag on your clothes
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There’s no dollar sign on a piece of mind this I’ve come to know
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So if you agree have a drink with me
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Raise your glasses for a toast
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To a little bit of chicken fried
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Cold beer on a Friday night
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A pair of jeans that fit just right
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And the radio up
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You know I like the sunrise
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To see the love in my woman’s eyes
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Feel the touch of a precious child
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And know a mother’s love
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I thank God for my life
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For the stars and stripes
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May freedom forever fly, let it ring.
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Salute the ones who died
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And the ones that gave their lives
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So we don’t have to sacrifice
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All the things we love
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Like our chicken fried
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Cold beer on a Friday night
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A pair of jeans that fit just right
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And the radio up
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You know I like the sunrise
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To see the love in my woman’s eyes
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Feel the touch of a precious child
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And know a mother’s love
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You know I like chicken fried
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Cold beer on a Friday night
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A pair of jeans that fit just right
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And the radio up
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You know I like the sunrise
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To see the love in my woman’s eyes
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Feel the touch of a precious child
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And know a mother’s love
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Chicken Fried
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| Zac Brown Band |
