Chicken Fried - Zac Brown Band (Lyrics) Chords

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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
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_ [F#] _ Well, _ [C#] _ _ _
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[F#] I'm 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 [F#] grow in my house, it's not much to [B] talk about
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But still when love is grown in [B] southern ground [C#]
and 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 [G#] radio
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Well, I see sunrise
See the [C#] love in my woman's eyes
Feel the [B] touch of a precious child and no [F#] mother's love [C#] Oh
_ [F#] Funny [C#] how it's a little [B] things in life
[C#] That mean a [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
[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
You cold [C#] beer on Friday night a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right and the [F#] radio
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But I see sunrise
See the [C#] love in my mama's eyes
Feel the [F#] touch of a precious child and no mother's love
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I
Thank God for my life
For the stars and stripes may [F#] freedom forever fly
Let it [C#] ring
[F#] Salute the ones who died
The [C#] ones that give their lives so we don't [B] have to sacrifice
all the [F#] things we love
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[F#] Like our chicken fry
And cold [C#] beer on Friday night a pair of [F#] jeans that fit just right
And the radio
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But I [F#] see sunrise
See the [C#] love in my mama's eyes
See the [B] touch of a precious child and no mother's love
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Yes, [F#] a little chicken fry
Cold [C#] beer on Friday night a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right and the radio
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But I [F#] see sunrise
See [C#] love in my mama's eyes
Feel the [B] touch of a precious child and no mother's love
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