Chicken Fried

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 on Well I was raised underneath the shade of a Georgia pine And that's home you 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 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 sunrise 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 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 And cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up I like to see the sunrise 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 sunrise 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 sunrise See the love in my woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love