Chicken Fried

You know I like my chicken fried

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, you know

Sweet tea, pecan pie, and homemade wine

And where the peaches grow

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

Cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio up

Well, I've seen the sun rise

Seen the love in a woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love

Well, it's funny how it's the little things in life

That mean the most

Not where you live or what you drive

Or the price tag on your clothes

There's no dollar sign on a peace 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

Cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio up

Well, I've seen the sun rise

Seen the love in a 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 who gave their lives

So we don't have to sacrifice

All the things we love

Like our chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio up

Well, I've seen the sun rise

Seen the love in a woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love

It's a little chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio up

Well, I've seen the sun rise

Seen the love in a woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love