Intro (finger picking)


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(Verse 1)

You know I like my chicken fried....
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G                                 D                  C              D
Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a georgia pine and that's home you know
G                 D                 C              D
Sweet tea, pecan pie and home made wine where the peaches grow
G                      D            C              D
And my house it's not much to talk about
         G                         D                C        D
But it's filled with love that's grown in southern ground

                            G                     D
And a little bit of chicken fried, cold beer on a friday night
                      C                           G         D
A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio up
                     G                           D
I like to seen the sun rise, see the love in my woman's eyes
                       C                                G         D
Feel the touch of a precious child, and know a mother's love


         G                   D                 C         D
Well its funny how it`s the little things in life that mean the most
    G                 D                     C                      D
Not where you live or what you drive or the price tag on your clothes
            G                D              C                 D
There`s no dollar sign on a piece of mind this I`ve come to know
       G                D                        C             D
So if you agree have a drink with me, raise you glasses for a toast

                            G                     D
To a little bit of chicken fried , cold beer on a friday night
                      C                           G         D
A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio up
                     G                           D
I like to seen the sun rise, see the love in my woman's eyes
                       C                                G         D
Feel the touch of a precious child, and know a mother's love


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G, D, C, G, D


            G
I thank god for my life
             D
And for the stars and stripes
               C                G
May freedom forever fly, let it ring.
           G
Salute the ones who died
               D                                   C
The ones that give their lives so we don`t have to sacrifice
                   G        D
All the things we love


                 G                      D
Like our chicken fried, cold beer on a friday night
                      C                           G         D
A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio up
                     G                           D
I like to seen the sun rise, see the love in my woman's eyes
                       C                                G         D
Feel the touch of a precious child, and know a mother's love


                 G                      D
Getcha a little chicken fried, cold beer on a friday night
                      C                           G         D
A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio up
                     G                           D
I like to seen the sun rise, see the love in my woman's eyes
                       C                                G         D
Feel the touch of a precious child, and know a mother's love