You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
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
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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
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Cold beer on a Friday night
pair of jeans that fit just right
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And the radio up
Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
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And know a mother`s love
Well its funny how it`s the simple things in life
that mean the most
Not where you live or the car you drive or the price tag
on your clothes
There`s no dollar sign on a piece 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
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I thank god for my life
And for the stars and stripes
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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
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