Chicken Fried lyrics

You know that I'm a Chicken Fryer.
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 ya know,
Sweet tea, pecan pie and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow.
In my house, its not much to talk about
but its 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 on.

I like to see the sunrise,
See the love in my woman's eyes,
Feel the touch of a precious child,
And know a mothers 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 piece 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 fits just right,
And the radio on.

I like to see the sunrise,
See the love in my woman's eyes,
Feel the touch of a precious child,
And know a mothers love.

I thank God for my life
And for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly, Let it ring
Salute the ones who die, 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 fits just right
And the radio on

But I like to see the sunrise
See the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mothers love

Get your little chicken fryer
And Cold beer on a Friday night,
A pair of jeans that fits just right
And the radio up

But 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
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Lyrics submitted by Andrew.