Artist: Zac Brown Band
[G]You know I like my Chicken Fried
Cold beer on a [D]Friday night
A pair of jeans that [C]fit just right
And the radio [D]up
[G]Well I like to see the sunrise
See the love in my w[D]omens eyes
Feel the touch of a [C]precious child
or my mothers lo[D]ve
[VERSE]
[G]Well I was raised underneath the s[D]hade of a Georgia pi[C]ne
And thats home ya know
[G]Sweet tea, pecan p[D]ie and homemade [C]wine
where the peaches grow
[G]Well my house aint m[D]uch to talk a[C]bout
[G]but we were still loved and ra[D]ised on southern g[C]round
Chorus....And a little bit of [G]Chicken fried
[VERSE]
[G]Aint it funny how its the sim[D]ple things in l[C]ife
That mean the most
[G]Not where you live or [D]what you drive or the
[C]Price tag on your clothes
[G]Theres no dollar sign on [D]peace of mind
[C]and this I've come to know
[G]If you agree have a d[D]rink with me
[C]Raise your glasses for a toast
Chorus....To that [G]chiken fried
[G] [D] [C] [D]
[VERSE]
[G]I think god for my life
And for the [D]stars and stripes
May freedom [C]forever fly
Let it [G]rin[D]g
Salute [G]those who died
And the ones who [D]gave their lives
So we dont have to [C]sacrifice
All the things we [D]love
Chorus........Like our [G]Chicken Fried
Cold beer on a [D]Friday night
A pair of jeans that [C]fit just right
And the radio [D]up
[G]Well I like to see the sunrise
See the love in my w[D]omens eyes
Feel the touch of a [C]precious child
or my mothers lo[D]ve
[VERSE]
[G]Well I was raised underneath the s[D]hade of a Georgia pi[C]ne
And thats home ya know
[G]Sweet tea, pecan p[D]ie and homemade [C]wine
where the peaches grow
[G]Well my house aint m[D]uch to talk a[C]bout
[G]but we were still loved and ra[D]ised on southern g[C]round
Chorus....And a little bit of [G]Chicken fried
[VERSE]
[G]Aint it funny how its the sim[D]ple things in l[C]ife
That mean the most
[G]Not where you live or [D]what you drive or the
[C]Price tag on your clothes
[G]Theres no dollar sign on [D]peace of mind
[C]and this I've come to know
[G]If you agree have a d[D]rink with me
[C]Raise your glasses for a toast
Chorus....To that [G]chiken fried
[G] [D] [C] [D]
[VERSE]
[G]I think god for my life
And for the [D]stars and stripes
May freedom [C]forever fly
Let it [G]rin[D]g
Salute [G]those who died
And the ones who [D]gave their lives
So we dont have to [C]sacrifice
All the things we [D]love
Chorus........Like our [G]Chicken Fried
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