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