Chicken Fried lyrics

You know I like my chicken fried,

a 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,

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.

Chorus

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 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:

Chorus

Interlude

I thank God for my life,

for the stars and stripes.

May freedom forever fly, l

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

Chorus (2X)

• Artist:Zac Brown Band
• Album:The Foundation (2008)