Chicken Fried Chords by Zac Brown Band

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[C#] _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [C#] You [F#] know, well, I'm a chicken fry.
Cold [C#] beer on a Friday night.
[G#] A pair of [B] jeans that fit just right.
And the [F#] radio [C#] on.
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_ [C#] _ [F#] Well, I was raised up [C#] beneath the shade of a [B] Georgia pine.
[C#] And that's [F#] home, you know.
Sweet tea, [C#] pecan pie, [B] homemade wine.
[C#] Where the [F#] peaches grow.
In my house, [C#] it's not much to [B] talk about.
[C#] _ [F#m] But it's filled with love that's grown in [B] southern ground.
[F#] And a little bit of chicken fry.
Cold [C#] beer on a Friday night.
A pair [B] of jeans that fit just right.
And the [F#] radio [C#] on.
Well, [F#] I've seen some.
I see the [C#] love in a woman's eyes.
I feel the [B] touch of a precious child.
And no [F#] mother's love is more precious than mine.
[C#] _ [F#] It's funny [C#] how it's the little [B] things in life [C#] that mean [F#] the 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] mine.
This I've [C#] come to know.
[F#] So if you [C#] agree, have a drink with [B] me.
Raise your glasses [C#] for a toast to [F#] a little bit of chicken fry.
Cold [C#] beer on a Friday night.
A pair [B] of jeans that fit just right.
And [F#] the radio [C#] on.
[F#] Well, I've seen some.
I see [C#] the love in a woman's eyes.
I feel [B] the touch of a precious [F#] child.
And no mother's [C#] love _ [F#] is more precious than _ [C#] _
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[C#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [C#] mine.
[F#] It's funny how it's the little things in life [C#] that mean the most.
Not where you live, what you drive, or the price tag on your clothes.
[F#] There's no dollar sign on a piece of mine.
So if you agree, have a drink with me.
Raise your glasses for a toast to a little bit of chicken fry.
Cold beer on a Friday night.
[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] A [F#m] pair of jeans that fit just right.
And the radio on.
[C#] _ [F#] Well, I've seen some.
Raise your glasses for a toast to a little bit of chicken fry.
Cold [C#] beer on a Friday night.
A pair [B] of jeans that fit just right.
[F#] And the radio [C#] on.
[F#] Well, I've seen some.
I see [C#] the love in a woman's eyes.
I feel [B] the touch of a precious child.
_ And no [F#]
mother's [C#] love [F#] is more precious than mine.
It's funny how it's the little things in life that mean the most.
Raise your glasses for a toast to a little bit of chicken fry.
Cold [C#] beer on a Friday night.
A pair [B] of jeans that fit just right.
And [F#] the radio [C#] on.
Well, I've seen [F#] some.
I see [C#] the love in a woman's eyes.
I feel the [B] touch of a precious child.
And no [F#]
mother's [C#] love _ _ [F#] is more precious than mine.
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 [F#] clothes. _
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