Chicken Fried

Zac Brown Band

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  You know I like my chicken fried, cold beer on a Friday night 

  A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio u---u---up
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  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  
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  And a little bit of chicken fried, cold beer on a Friday night 

  A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio u---up 

  Well I've seen the sun rise, see the love in my woman's eyes 

  Feel the touch of a precious child and know a mother's lo---ove
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  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
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  To a little bit of chicken fried, cold beer on a Friday night 

  A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio u---up 

  Well I've seen the sun rise, see the love in my woman's eyes 

  Feel the touch of a precious child and know a mother's lo--o--ove
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  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 lo---ove 
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  Like our chicken fried and cold beer on a Friday night 

  A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio u---up 

  Well I've seen the sun rise, see the love in my woman's eyes 

  Feel the touch of a precious child and know a mother's lo--ove
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  Get your little chicken fried and cold beer on a Friday night 

  A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio u---up 

  Well I've seen the sun rise, see the love in my woman's eyes 

  Feel the touch of a precious child and know a mother's lo--o--ove 

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