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Intro:
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You know I like my ch[Gb]chicken fried
a cold beer on a F[Db]Friday night
a pair of jeans that [B]fit just right
And the radio [Gb]up [Db] [Gb]
Interlude:
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Well, I was r[Gb]raised up
Beneath the s[Db]shade of a Georgia pi[B]pine
And that's ho[Db]home you know
[Gb]Sweet tea, pecan p[Db]pie and homemade wi[B]wine
Where the pe[Db]peaches grow
And m[Gb]y house it's not mu[Db]ch to talk abo[B]ut [Db]
But it's f[Gb]filled with love
That's g[Db]rown in southern gr[B]ound[Db]
Chorus:
And a little bit of chicke[Gb]chicken fried
Cold beer on a F[Db]Friday night
a pair of jeans that [B]fit just right
And the radio [Gb]up [Db]
Well, I've seen the [Gb]sunrise
See the love in my [Db]woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a p[B]precious child
And know a mother's [Gb]love [Db]
It's fu[Gb]nny how it's the li[Db]ttle things in life[B]
That m[Db]mean the most
Not w[Gb]where you live or wh[Db]what you drive
Or the p[B]price tag on your [Db]clothes
There's no [Gb]dollar sign on a p[Db]piece of mind
T[B]This I've come to [Db]know
So if y[Gb]you agree, have a dr[Db]drink with me
Raise your [B]glasses for a t[Db]toast
Chorus:
To a little bit of chicke[Gb]chicken fried
Cold beer on a F[Db]Friday night
a pair of jeans that [B]fit just right
And the radio u[Gb]up [Db]
Well, I've seen the s[Gb]sunrise
See the love in my [Db]woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a p[B]precious child
And know a mother's l[Gb]love [Db]
Interlude -x3-:
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I thank God f[Gb]for my life
And for the s[Db]stars and stripes
May freedom f[B]forever fly
Let it [Gb]ring
Salute the [Gb]ones who died
The ones that [Db]give their lives
So we don't have to [B]sacrifice
All the things we l[Gb]love
Chorus:
Like our chicken [Gb]fried
And cold beer on a [Db]Friday night
a pair of jeans that f[B]fit just right
And the radio [Gb]up [Db]
Well, I've seen the [Gb]sunrise
See the love in my w[Db]woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a [B]precious child
And know a mother's [Gb]love [Db]
Yes, a little chicke[Gb]chicken fried
Cold beer on a [Db]Friday night
a pair of jeans that [B]fit just right
And the radio [Gb]up [Db]
Well, I've seen the [Gb]sunrise
See the love in my [Db]woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a [B]precious child
And know a mother's [Gb]love [Db] [Gb]
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