Chicken Fried chords

_ _ _ Hey Pete, _ you ready for Bm the intro.
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B _ _ F# _ _ C# _ _ B _ _ .
C# _ _ _ _ F#m _ _ B _ _ .
C#m _ _ F# _ _ _ _ _ C# _ .
_ F# _ _ _ _ N _ _ _ .
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_ _ _ _ You _ G _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ Am _ F# _ _ _ _ _ .
_ C# know, F# _ B _ _ _ _ .
F# _ _ C# _ F# well I'm a chicken fry a C# cold beer on a Friday night G# a pair B of jeans that fit just right.
and F# the radio.
_ C# _ _ _ F# _ _ _ .
C# _ _ _ _ B _ _ _ F# _ .
Oh.
C# _ F# Well, I'll sprays up C# and eat the shade of B a Georgia pie C# and F# that's home, you know.
Sweet C# tea pecan pie B homemade wine.
C# Where the peaches F# grow in my house, it's not C# much to B talk about.
C# _ But F# it's filled with C# love is grown and B southern ground F# and a little bit of chicken fry.
Cold C# beer on Friday night a pair B of jeans that fit just right and F# the radio.
_ C# But F# I see some.
See C# the love in my mama's eyes.
See B the touch of a precious child and no F# mother's C# love.
F# It's funny C# how it's a little B things in life.
C# That mean F# a most not where you C# live what you B drive or the price C# tag 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 F# toast to a little bit of chicken fry.
And C# cold beer on Friday night a pair B of jeans that fit just right.
and F# the radio.
C# Oh.
But F# I see sunrise.
See C# the love in my mama's eyes.
See B the touch of a precious child F# and no mother's C# love.
_ F# _ _ Thank C# _ _ _ _ B _ _ _ F# _ .
_ _ C# _ F# God for my life C# 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 B don't have to G#m sacrifice.
all the F# things we C# love.
F# Like our chicken.
And cold C# beer on Friday night a pair B of jeans that fit just right.
and F# the radio.
_ C# But F# I see some.
See the C# love in my mama's eyes.
See the B touch of a precious child.
and no F# mother's C# love.
F# Get a little chicken fry and cold C# beer on Friday night a pair B of jeans that fit just right.
and F# the radio.
_ C# But F# I see sunrise.
See the C# love in my mama's eyes.
Feel the B touch of a precious child and no F# mother's C# love.
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_ Rock and roll let's rock and roll _ _ _ .