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 up.
Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine,
And that's home, ya 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 the 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 up.
I like 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 piece of mind,
This I've come to know.
So if you agree have a drink with me,
Raise your 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 up.
I like 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 up.
I like 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 your little chicken fried,
And cold beer on a Friday night,
A pair of jeans that fit just right, and the radio up.
I like 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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lyrics submitted on 05-11-2008
