[Intro]
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You know I like my chicken fried, cold beer on a friday night 
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A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio up  
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Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a georgia pine and that's home you know 
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Sweet tea, pecan pie and home made wine where the peaches grow 
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And my house it's not much to talk about 
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But it's filled with love that's grown in southern ground
[Refrain]
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And a little bit of chicken fried, cold beer on a friday night 
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A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio up 
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I like to seen the sun rise, see the love in my woman's eyes 
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Feel the touch of a precious child, and know a mother's love
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Well its funny how it`s the little things in life that mean the most  
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Not where you live or what you drive or the price tag on your clothes  
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There`s no dollar sign on a piece of mind this I`ve come to know  
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So if you agree have a drink with me, raise you glasses for a toast
[Refrain]
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To a little bit of chicken fried , cold beer on a friday night 
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A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio up 
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I like to seen the sun rise, see the love in my woman's eyes 
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Feel the touch of a precious child, and know a mother's love
[Solo]
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I thank god for my life  
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And for the stars and stripes  
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May freedom forever fly, let it ring.  
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Salute the ones who died  
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The ones that give their lives so we don`t have to sacrifice  
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All the things we love 
[Refrain]
                 G                      D 
Like our chicken fried, cold beer on a friday night 
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A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio up 
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I like to seen the sun rise, see the love in my woman's eyes 
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Feel the touch of a precious child, and know a mother's love
[Refrain]
                 G                      D 
Getcha a little chicken fried, cold beer on a friday night 
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A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio up 
                   G                            D 
I like to seen the sun rise, see the love in my woman's eyes 
                       C                                G         D 
Feel the touch of a precious child, and know a mother's love