Chicken Fried

G
You know I like my Chicken Fried
               D
Cold beer on a Friday night
                     C
A pair of jeans that fit just right
              D
And the radio up

G
Well I like to see the sunrise
                    D
See the love in my womens eyes
                    C
Feel the touch of a precious child
                D
or my mothers love

[Verse]

G                                 D                   C
Well I was raised underneath the shade of a Georgia pine

And thats home ya know
G                 D               C
Sweet tea, pecan pie and homemade wine

where the peaches grow
G                   D            C
Well my house aint much to talk about
G                             D                 C
but we were still loved and raised on southern ground

[Chorus]
G
You know I like my Chicken Fried
               D
Cold beer on a Friday night
                     C
A pair of jeans that fit just right
              D
And the radio up

G
Well I like to see the sunrise
                    D
See the love in my womens eyes
                    C
Feel the touch of a precious child
                D
or my mothers love

[Chorus]
G
You know I like my Chicken Fried
               D
Cold beer on a Friday night
                     C
A pair of jeans that fit just right
              D
And the radio up

G
Well I like to see the sunrise
                    D
See the love in my womens eyes
                    C
Feel the touch of a precious child
                D
or my mothers love
                              G
Chorus....And a little bit of Chicken fried

[Verse]

G                            D              C
Aint it funny how its the simple things in life

That mean the most
G                     D
Not where you live or what you drive or the
C
Price tag on your clothes
G                        D
Theres no dollar sign on peace of mind
C
and this I've come to know
G                    D
If you agree have a drink with me
C
Raise your glasses for a toast

[Chorus]
G
You know I like my Chicken Fried
               D
Cold beer on a Friday night
                     C
A pair of jeans that fit just right
              D
And the radio up

G
Well I like to see the sunrise
                    D
See the love in my womens eyes
                    C
Feel the touch of a precious child
                D
or my mothers love
                  G
Chorus....To that chiken fried

G D C D

[Verse]
G
I think god for my life
            D
And for the stars and stripes
            C
May freedom forever fly
       G  D
Let it ring
       G
Salute those who died
                 D
And the ones who gave their lives
                   C
So we dont have to sacrifice
                  D
All the things we love

[Chorus]
G
You know I like my Chicken Fried
               D
Cold beer on a Friday night
                     C
A pair of jeans that fit just right
              D
And the radio up

G
Well I like to see the sunrise
                    D
See the love in my womens eyes
                    C
Feel the touch of a precious child
                D
or my mothers love
                       G
Chorus........Like our Chicken Fried