Chicken Fried (Greatest Hits Version) Chords
Tempo:
85 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
B
G#
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#]
[B] [F#] [C#]
You [F#] know, well, I'm a chicken fry
It cold [C#] beer on a Friday night a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right and the [F#] radio
[C#]
[F#] [C#]
[B] [F#] [C#m]
[F#] Well, I was raised up and eat the shade of a [B] Georgia pie and that's [F#] home, you know
Sweet tea, [C#] pecan pie [B] homemade wine
[C#] Where the peaches grow [F#] in my house, it's not much to [B] talk about
[C#]
But still when love is grown in [B] southern ground
[C#]
[F#] And a little bit of chicken fry
Cold [C#] beer on a Friday night a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right
and the [G#] radio
[C#]
Well, I [F#] see some
See the [C#] love in my woman's eyes feel a [B] touch of a precious child and no [F#] mother's love
[C#]
[F#] It's funny [C#] how it's the little [B] things in life
[C#] That mean the [F#] most not where you [C#] live what you [B] drive or the price tag [C#] on your clothes
[F#] There's no dollar [C#] sign on a piece of [B] mind.
Just i've [C#] come to know
[F#] So if you agree [C#] have a drink with [B] me raise your glasses [C#] for toast to a [F#] little bit of chicken fry
Cold [C#] beer on a Friday night a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right
and the [F#] radio
[C#m]
But I see sunrise
See the [C#] love in my woman's eyes feel a [F#] touch of a precious child and no mother's love
[C#]
[F#] [C#]
[B] Oh
I [G#]
[F#] [C#]
[B] [A#m] [G#]
[F#] [C#]
[B] [F#] [C#]
[F#] thank god for my life
[C#] For the stars and stripes may [F#] freedom forever fly
Let it [C#] ring
[F#] Salute the ones who die
The [C#] ones that give their lives so we don't have to sacrifice
All the [F#m] things we love
[C#] Oh [F#] like our chicken fry
And cold [C#] beer on a Friday night
A pair of [F#] jeans that fit just right
and the radio
[C#m]
Well, I [F#] see sunrise
See the [C#] love in my woman's eyes feel a [B] touch of a precious child [F#] and no mother's love
[C#]
[F#] Get the little chicken fry
And cold [C#] beer on a Friday night
A pair of [B] jeans that fit just right and the [F#] radio
[C#]
But I see [F#] sunrise
See the [G#] love in my woman's eyes feel a [B] touch of a precious child and no mother's love
[C#] [F#]
[B] [F#] [C#]
You [F#] know, well, I'm a chicken fry
It cold [C#] beer on a Friday night a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right and the [F#] radio
[C#]
[F#] [C#]
[B] [F#] [C#m]
[F#] Well, I was raised up and eat the shade of a [B] Georgia pie and that's [F#] home, you know
Sweet tea, [C#] pecan pie [B] homemade wine
[C#] Where the peaches grow [F#] in my house, it's not much to [B] talk about
[C#]
But still when love is grown in [B] southern ground
[C#]
[F#] And a little bit of chicken fry
Cold [C#] beer on a Friday night a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right
and the [G#] radio
[C#]
Well, I [F#] see some
See the [C#] love in my woman's eyes feel a [B] touch of a precious child and no [F#] mother's love
[C#]
[F#] It's funny [C#] how it's the little [B] things in life
[C#] That mean the [F#] most not where you [C#] live what you [B] drive or the price tag [C#] on your clothes
[F#] There's no dollar [C#] sign on a piece of [B] mind.
Just i've [C#] come to know
[F#] So if you agree [C#] have a drink with [B] me raise your glasses [C#] for toast to a [F#] little bit of chicken fry
Cold [C#] beer on a Friday night a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right
and the [F#] radio
[C#m]
But I see sunrise
See the [C#] love in my woman's eyes feel a [F#] touch of a precious child and no mother's love
[C#]
[F#] [C#]
[B] Oh
I [G#]
[F#] [C#]
[B] [A#m] [G#]
[F#] [C#]
[B] [F#] [C#]
[F#] thank god for my life
[C#] For the stars and stripes may [F#] freedom forever fly
Let it [C#] ring
[F#] Salute the ones who die
The [C#] ones that give their lives so we don't have to sacrifice
All the [F#m] things we love
[C#] Oh [F#] like our chicken fry
And cold [C#] beer on a Friday night
A pair of [F#] jeans that fit just right
and the radio
[C#m]
Well, I [F#] see sunrise
See the [C#] love in my woman's eyes feel a [B] touch of a precious child [F#] and no mother's love
[C#]
[F#] Get the little chicken fry
And cold [C#] beer on a Friday night
A pair of [B] jeans that fit just right and the [F#] radio
[C#]
But I see [F#] sunrise
See the [G#] love in my woman's eyes feel a [B] touch of a precious child and no mother's love
[C#] [F#]
Key:
C#
F#
B
G#
C#m
C#
F#
B
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#]
You [F#] know, well, I'm a chicken fry
It cold [C#] beer on a Friday night a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right and the [F#] radio
_ [C#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#m] _
[F#] Well, I was raised up and eat the shade of a [B] Georgia pie and that's [F#] home, you know
Sweet tea, [C#] pecan pie [B] homemade wine
[C#] Where the peaches grow [F#] in my house, it's not much to [B] talk about
_ [C#] _
But still when love is grown in [B] southern ground
[C#]
[F#] And a little bit of chicken fry
Cold [C#] beer on a Friday night a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right
and the [G#] radio
_ [C#]
Well, I [F#] see some
See the [C#] love in my woman's eyes feel a [B] touch of a precious child and no [F#] mother's love
[C#] _
[F#] It's funny [C#] how it's the little [B] things in life
[C#] That mean the [F#] most not where you [C#] live what you [B] drive or the price tag [C#] on your clothes
[F#] There's no dollar [C#] sign on a piece of [B] mind.
Just i've [C#] come to know
[F#] So if you agree [C#] have a drink with [B] me raise your glasses [C#] for toast to a [F#] little bit of chicken fry
Cold [C#] beer on a Friday night a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right
and the [F#] radio
_ [C#m]
But I see sunrise
See the [C#] love in my woman's eyes feel a [F#] touch of a precious child and no mother's love
[C#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[B] Oh
_ _ I _ [G#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [A#m] _ _ [G#] _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _
[F#] thank god for my life
[C#] For the stars and stripes may [F#] freedom forever fly
Let it [C#] ring
[F#] Salute the ones who die
The [C#] ones that give their lives so we don't have to sacrifice
All the [F#m] things we love
[C#] Oh [F#] like our chicken fry
And cold [C#] beer on a Friday night
A pair of [F#] jeans that fit just right
and the radio
_ [C#m]
Well, I [F#] see sunrise
See the [C#] love in my woman's eyes feel a [B] touch of a precious child [F#] and no mother's love
[C#] _
[F#] Get the little chicken fry
And cold [C#] beer on a Friday night
A pair of [B] jeans that fit just right and the [F#] radio
_ [C#]
But I see [F#] sunrise
See the [G#] love in my woman's eyes feel a [B] touch of a precious child and no mother's love
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#]
You [F#] know, well, I'm a chicken fry
It cold [C#] beer on a Friday night a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right and the [F#] radio
_ [C#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#m] _
[F#] Well, I was raised up and eat the shade of a [B] Georgia pie and that's [F#] home, you know
Sweet tea, [C#] pecan pie [B] homemade wine
[C#] Where the peaches grow [F#] in my house, it's not much to [B] talk about
_ [C#] _
But still when love is grown in [B] southern ground
[C#]
[F#] And a little bit of chicken fry
Cold [C#] beer on a Friday night a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right
and the [G#] radio
_ [C#]
Well, I [F#] see some
See the [C#] love in my woman's eyes feel a [B] touch of a precious child and no [F#] mother's love
[C#] _
[F#] It's funny [C#] how it's the little [B] things in life
[C#] That mean the [F#] most not where you [C#] live what you [B] drive or the price tag [C#] on your clothes
[F#] There's no dollar [C#] sign on a piece of [B] mind.
Just i've [C#] come to know
[F#] So if you agree [C#] have a drink with [B] me raise your glasses [C#] for toast to a [F#] little bit of chicken fry
Cold [C#] beer on a Friday night a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right
and the [F#] radio
_ [C#m]
But I see sunrise
See the [C#] love in my woman's eyes feel a [F#] touch of a precious child and no mother's love
[C#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[B] Oh
_ _ I _ [G#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [A#m] _ _ [G#] _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _
[F#] thank god for my life
[C#] For the stars and stripes may [F#] freedom forever fly
Let it [C#] ring
[F#] Salute the ones who die
The [C#] ones that give their lives so we don't have to sacrifice
All the [F#m] things we love
[C#] Oh [F#] like our chicken fry
And cold [C#] beer on a Friday night
A pair of [F#] jeans that fit just right
and the radio
_ [C#m]
Well, I [F#] see sunrise
See the [C#] love in my woman's eyes feel a [B] touch of a precious child [F#] and no mother's love
[C#] _
[F#] Get the little chicken fry
And cold [C#] beer on a Friday night
A pair of [B] jeans that fit just right and the [F#] radio
_ [C#]
But I see [F#] sunrise
See the [G#] love in my woman's eyes feel a [B] touch of a precious child and no mother's love
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _