Chicken Fried Lyrics Chords

[F#] You know I like my chicken fried, cold beer [C#] on a Friday night, a [B] pair of jeans that fit just right and a [F#] radio. _
Well I like to see the sun rise, see the love [C#] in a woman's [B] eyes, feel the touch of a precious child, [F#] know a mother's [C#] love.
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[F#] Well I was raised up beneath the [C#] shade of [B] a Georgia pine, [C#] and that's home [F#] you know, where sweet [C#] tea began pine, [B] homemade wine, [C#] where the peaches [F#] grow.
At my [C#] house it's not much to [B] talk about, [C#] _
[F#] but it's filled with [C#] love that's grown in [B] southern ground, [C#]
and a little bit [F#] of chicken fried, cold [C#] beer on a Friday night.
A pair [B] of jeans that fit just right [F#] and a radio. _ _
Well I see the sun rise, see the [C#] love in a woman's eyes, feel the [B] touch of a precious child, know [F#] a mother's love.
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[F#] And it's funny [C#] how it's the simple [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, this I've [C#] come to know.
So if you agree, have a drink with [B] me, raise your glasses [C#] for a toast, [B] to a [F#] little bit of chicken fried, cold [C#] beer on a Friday night.
A pair of [B] jeans that fit just right [F#] and a radio. _
Well I see the sun rise, see the [C#] love in a woman's eyes, feel the [B] touch of a precious child, [C#] know a [F#] mother's love. _
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[F#] I thank God for my life, and for [C#] the stars and stripes, may [B] freedom forever fly.
[F#] Let it ring, [C#]
salute [F#] the ones who died, and the [C#] ones who gave their lives, so we don't [B] have to sacrifice [F#] all the things we [C#] love, like [F#] our chicken fried.
Cold beer [C#] on a Friday night, a pair of jeans [B] that fit just right, [F#] and a radio.
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Well I [F#] see the sun rise, [C#] see the love in a woman's eyes, feel the touch [B] of a precious child, [F#] know a mother's love.
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You know I [F#] love my chicken fried.
Cold beer on a Friday [C#] night, a [C] pair of jeans [B] that fit [G] just right, [F#] and a [F#m] radio.
Well [C#]
I [F#] see the sun rise, [C#] see the love in a woman's eyes, feel the touch [B] of a precious [C#] child, [F#] know a mother's love.
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