Intro (finger picking)
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(Verse 1)
You know I like my chicken fried....
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[G]Well I was raised up beneath the s[D]hade of a georgia p[C]ine and that's [D]home you know
[G]Sweet tea, pecan p[D]ie and home made w[C]ine where the p[D]eaches grow
[G]And my house it's not m[D]uch to talk a[C]bout[D]
But it's [G]filled with love that's gr[D]own in southern g[C]round[D]
And a little bit of chicken [G]fried, cold beer on a [D]friday night
A pair of jeans that f[C]it just right and the radio [G]up[D]
I like to seen the su[G]n rise, see the love in my w[D]oman's eyes
Feel the touch of a pre[C]cious child, and know a mother's [G]love[D]
Well its [G]funny how it`s the l[D]ittle things in li[C]fe that me[D]an the most
Not [G]where you live or [D]what you drive or the [C]price tag on your cloth[D]es
There`s no d[G]ollar sign on a p[D]iece of mind th[C]is I`ve come to kn[D]ow
So if y[G]ou agree have a d[D]rink with me, raise you g[C]lasses for a t[D]oast
To a little bit of chicken f[G]ried , cold beer on a [D]friday night
A pair of jeans that f[C]it just right and the radio [G]up[D]
I like to seen the su[G]n rise, see the love in my w[D]oman's eyes
Feel the touch of a pre[C]cious child, and know a mother's [G]love[D]
(Instrmental break)
G, D, C, G, D
I thank god [G]for my life
And for the s[D]tars and stripes
May freedom for[C]ever fly, let it [G]ring.
Salute the [G]ones who died
The ones that g[D]ive their lives so we don`t have to [C]sacrifice
All the things we l[G]ove[D]
Like our chicken [G]fried, cold beer on a f[D]riday night
A pair of jeans that f[C]it just right and the radio [G]up[D]
I like to seen the su[G]n rise, see the love in my w[D]oman's eyes
Feel the touch of a pre[C]cious child, and know a mother's [G]love[D]
Getcha a little c[G]hicken fried, cold beer[D] on a friday night
A pair of jeans that f[C]it just right and the radio [G]up[D]
I like to seen the su[G]n rise, see the love in my w[D]oman's eyes
Feel the touch of a pre[C]cious child, and know a mother's [G]love[D]
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(Verse 1)
You know I like my chicken fried....
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[G]Well I was raised up beneath the s[D]hade of a georgia p[C]ine and that's [D]home you know
[G]Sweet tea, pecan p[D]ie and home made w[C]ine where the p[D]eaches grow
[G]And my house it's not m[D]uch to talk a[C]bout[D]
But it's [G]filled with love that's gr[D]own in southern g[C]round[D]
And a little bit of chicken [G]fried, cold beer on a [D]friday night
A pair of jeans that f[C]it just right and the radio [G]up[D]
I like to seen the su[G]n rise, see the love in my w[D]oman's eyes
Feel the touch of a pre[C]cious child, and know a mother's [G]love[D]
Well its [G]funny how it`s the l[D]ittle things in li[C]fe that me[D]an the most
Not [G]where you live or [D]what you drive or the [C]price tag on your cloth[D]es
There`s no d[G]ollar sign on a p[D]iece of mind th[C]is I`ve come to kn[D]ow
So if y[G]ou agree have a d[D]rink with me, raise you g[C]lasses for a t[D]oast
To a little bit of chicken f[G]ried , cold beer on a [D]friday night
A pair of jeans that f[C]it just right and the radio [G]up[D]
I like to seen the su[G]n rise, see the love in my w[D]oman's eyes
Feel the touch of a pre[C]cious child, and know a mother's [G]love[D]
(Instrmental break)
G, D, C, G, D
I thank god [G]for my life
And for the s[D]tars and stripes
May freedom for[C]ever fly, let it [G]ring.
Salute the [G]ones who died
The ones that g[D]ive their lives so we don`t have to [C]sacrifice
All the things we l[G]ove[D]
Like our chicken [G]fried, cold beer on a f[D]riday night
A pair of jeans that f[C]it just right and the radio [G]up[D]
I like to seen the su[G]n rise, see the love in my w[D]oman's eyes
Feel the touch of a pre[C]cious child, and know a mother's [G]love[D]
Getcha a little c[G]hicken fried, cold beer[D] on a friday night
A pair of jeans that f[C]it just right and the radio [G]up[D]
I like to seen the su[G]n rise, see the love in my w[D]oman's eyes
Feel the touch of a pre[C]cious child, and know a mother's [G]love[D]
