


Intro: E B A E B E You know I like my Chicken Fried B Cold beer on a Friday night A A pair of jeans that fit just right E B And the radio up Instrumental: E B A E B Verse: E B A Well I was raised underneath the shade of a Georgia pine B And thatʼs home ya know E B A Sweet tea, pecan pie and homemade wine B where the peaches grow E B A B and my house itʼs not much to talk about E B A B but we were still loved and grown on southern ground Chorus: E You know I like my Chicken Fried B Cold beer on a Friday night A A pair of jeans that fit just right E B And the radio up E Well I like to see the sunrise B See the love in my womanʼs eyes A Feel the touch of a precious child E B and my mothers love Verse: E B A Ainʼt it funny how its the little things in life B That mean the most E B Not where you live or what you drive or the A B Price tag on your clothes E B Thereʼs no dollar sign on peace of mind A B and this Iʼve come to know E B If you agree have a drink with me A B Raise your glasses for a toast Chorus. Instrumental: E B A E B x2 Verse: E I thank god for my life B And for the stars and stripes A May freedom forever fly E B Let it ring E Salute those whoʼd died B And the ones who gives their lives A So we donʼt have to sacrifice E B All the things we love Chorus. x2