Zac Brown Band - Chicken Fried Lyrics

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Zac Brown Band - Chicken Fried Lyrics, Country Lyrics, free music online, t shirts, concert tickets 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 on 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 Cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio on 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 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 you glasses for a toast To a little bit of chicken fried And cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio on 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 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 on 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 Get a little chicken fried And cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio on 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

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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 on


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
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio on
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

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 you glasses for a toast

To a little bit of chicken fried
And cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio on
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

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 on
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

Get a little chicken fried
And cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio on
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