Chords for Zac Brown Band - Chicken Fried (Live from Southern Ground Nashville)
Tempo:
89.9 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
B
G#
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#] [C#] [F#]
[B] [F#]
You know I like my chicken fried, cold [C#] beer on a Friday night, a pair of [B] jeans that fit
just right, and the [F#] radio.
[C#]
[F#] But [C#]
[B] [F#]
I was raised [C#] underneath the shade of a [B] dodger pine, [C#] and that's home you [F#] know.
Sweet tea, [C#] pecan pie, and [B] homemade wine.
[C#] The red beach is [F#] broken.
My [C#] house, it's not much to [B] talk about.
[F#] But it's filled with [C#] love that's grown in [B] southern ground, [F#] and a little bit of chicken
fried, [C#] cold beer on a Friday night, a [B] pair of jeans that fit just right, [F#] and the radio.
[C#m]
[F#] I like to see sunrise, see [C#] love in the woman's eyes, [B] feel the touch of a precious child,
and a [F#] woman's [C#] love.
[F#] [C#]
[B] [G#]
[F#] [C#] [G#]
[F#]
Well 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 [C#] tag on your clothes.
There's no dollar sign on peace of mind, it's soft common know.
[F#] So if you agree, [C#] have a drink with [B] me, raise your glasses [D#] for toast, to [F#] a little bit of
chicken fried, [C#] cold beer on a Friday night, a [B] pair of jeans that fit just right, and [A#m] the radio.
[C#]
I like to see [F#] sunrise, see [C#] love in the woman's eyes, feel [B] the touch of a precious child,
and a [F#] woman's love.
[C#]
[B] [F#]
[G#] [D#]
[B] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
[B] [F#] [C#]
[F#] Thank God for my life, and for [C#] the stars and stripes, may [B] freedom forever fly.
[F#] Let it [C#] ring, [F#] salute the ones who died, the ones [C#] that give their lives, so we don't [B] have
to sacrifice, all [F#] the things we love, [C#] [F#] like our chicken fried, cold [C#] beer on a Friday night,
a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right, and the radio.
[C#m] I like [F#] to see sunrise, see [C#] love in the woman's eyes, feel the [B] touch of a precious child, and
a [F#] woman's love.
It's a little chicken fried, cold [C#] beer on a Friday night, a pair of [B] jeans that fit just
right, and a [C#] radio.
I like to [F#] see sunrise, see [C#] love in the woman's eyes, feel [B] the touch of a precious child, and
[F#] a woman's [C#] love.
[F#] [N]
[B] [F#]
You know I like my chicken fried, cold [C#] beer on a Friday night, a pair of [B] jeans that fit
just right, and the [F#] radio.
[C#]
[F#] But [C#]
[B] [F#]
I was raised [C#] underneath the shade of a [B] dodger pine, [C#] and that's home you [F#] know.
Sweet tea, [C#] pecan pie, and [B] homemade wine.
[C#] The red beach is [F#] broken.
My [C#] house, it's not much to [B] talk about.
[F#] But it's filled with [C#] love that's grown in [B] southern ground, [F#] and a little bit of chicken
fried, [C#] cold beer on a Friday night, a [B] pair of jeans that fit just right, [F#] and the radio.
[C#m]
[F#] I like to see sunrise, see [C#] love in the woman's eyes, [B] feel the touch of a precious child,
and a [F#] woman's [C#] love.
[F#] [C#]
[B] [G#]
[F#] [C#] [G#]
[F#]
Well 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 [C#] tag on your clothes.
There's no dollar sign on peace of mind, it's soft common know.
[F#] So if you agree, [C#] have a drink with [B] me, raise your glasses [D#] for toast, to [F#] a little bit of
chicken fried, [C#] cold beer on a Friday night, a [B] pair of jeans that fit just right, and [A#m] the radio.
[C#]
I like to see [F#] sunrise, see [C#] love in the woman's eyes, feel [B] the touch of a precious child,
and a [F#] woman's love.
[C#]
[B] [F#]
[G#] [D#]
[B] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
[B] [F#] [C#]
[F#] Thank God for my life, and for [C#] the stars and stripes, may [B] freedom forever fly.
[F#] Let it [C#] ring, [F#] salute the ones who died, the ones [C#] that give their lives, so we don't [B] have
to sacrifice, all [F#] the things we love, [C#] [F#] like our chicken fried, cold [C#] beer on a Friday night,
a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right, and the radio.
[C#m] I like [F#] to see sunrise, see [C#] love in the woman's eyes, feel the [B] touch of a precious child, and
a [F#] woman's love.
It's a little chicken fried, cold [C#] beer on a Friday night, a pair of [B] jeans that fit just
right, and a [C#] radio.
I like to [F#] see sunrise, see [C#] love in the woman's eyes, feel [B] the touch of a precious child, and
[F#] a woman's [C#] love.
[F#] [N]
Key:
C#
F#
B
G#
C#m
C#
F#
B
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
You know I like my chicken fried, cold [C#] beer on a Friday night, a pair of [B] jeans that fit
just right, and the [F#] radio.
_ [C#] _
_ _ [F#] _ But [C#] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
I was raised [C#] underneath the shade of a [B] dodger pine, [C#] and that's home you [F#] know.
Sweet tea, [C#] pecan pie, and [B] homemade wine.
[C#] The red beach is [F#] broken.
My [C#] house, it's not much to [B] talk about. _
[F#] But it's filled with [C#] love that's grown in [B] southern ground, [F#] and a little bit of chicken
fried, [C#] cold beer on a Friday night, a [B] pair of jeans that fit just right, [F#] and the radio.
_ [C#m] _
[F#] I like to see sunrise, see [C#] love in the woman's eyes, [B] feel the touch of a precious child,
and a [F#] woman's [C#] love.
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [G#] _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well 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 [C#] tag on your clothes.
There's no dollar sign on peace of mind, it's soft common know.
[F#] So if you agree, [C#] have a drink with [B] me, raise your glasses [D#] for toast, to [F#] a little bit of
chicken fried, [C#] cold beer on a Friday night, a [B] pair of jeans that fit just right, and [A#m] the radio.
_ [C#]
I like to see [F#] sunrise, see [C#] love in the woman's eyes, feel [B] the touch of a precious child,
and a [F#] woman's love.
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ [D#] _
_ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _
[F#] Thank God for my life, and for [C#] the stars and stripes, may [B] freedom forever fly.
[F#] Let it [C#] ring, [F#] salute the ones who died, the ones [C#] that give their lives, so we don't [B] have
to sacrifice, all [F#] the things we love, [C#] _ [F#] like our chicken fried, cold [C#] beer on a Friday night,
a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right, and the radio.
[C#m] I like [F#] to see sunrise, see [C#] love in the woman's eyes, feel the [B] touch of a precious child, and
a [F#] woman's love.
It's a little chicken fried, cold [C#] beer on a Friday night, a pair of [B] jeans that fit just
right, and a [C#] radio.
I like to [F#] see sunrise, see [C#] love in the woman's eyes, feel [B] the touch of a precious child, and
[F#] a woman's [C#] love.
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
You know I like my chicken fried, cold [C#] beer on a Friday night, a pair of [B] jeans that fit
just right, and the [F#] radio.
_ [C#] _
_ _ [F#] _ But [C#] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
I was raised [C#] underneath the shade of a [B] dodger pine, [C#] and that's home you [F#] know.
Sweet tea, [C#] pecan pie, and [B] homemade wine.
[C#] The red beach is [F#] broken.
My [C#] house, it's not much to [B] talk about. _
[F#] But it's filled with [C#] love that's grown in [B] southern ground, [F#] and a little bit of chicken
fried, [C#] cold beer on a Friday night, a [B] pair of jeans that fit just right, [F#] and the radio.
_ [C#m] _
[F#] I like to see sunrise, see [C#] love in the woman's eyes, [B] feel the touch of a precious child,
and a [F#] woman's [C#] love.
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [G#] _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well 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 [C#] tag on your clothes.
There's no dollar sign on peace of mind, it's soft common know.
[F#] So if you agree, [C#] have a drink with [B] me, raise your glasses [D#] for toast, to [F#] a little bit of
chicken fried, [C#] cold beer on a Friday night, a [B] pair of jeans that fit just right, and [A#m] the radio.
_ [C#]
I like to see [F#] sunrise, see [C#] love in the woman's eyes, feel [B] the touch of a precious child,
and a [F#] woman's love.
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ [D#] _
_ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _
[F#] Thank God for my life, and for [C#] the stars and stripes, may [B] freedom forever fly.
[F#] Let it [C#] ring, [F#] salute the ones who died, the ones [C#] that give their lives, so we don't [B] have
to sacrifice, all [F#] the things we love, [C#] _ [F#] like our chicken fried, cold [C#] beer on a Friday night,
a pair of [B] jeans that fit just right, and the radio.
[C#m] I like [F#] to see sunrise, see [C#] love in the woman's eyes, feel the [B] touch of a precious child, and
a [F#] woman's love.
It's a little chicken fried, cold [C#] beer on a Friday night, a pair of [B] jeans that fit just
right, and a [C#] radio.
I like to [F#] see sunrise, see [C#] love in the woman's eyes, feel [B] the touch of a precious child, and
[F#] a woman's [C#] love.
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _