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C# know,
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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.
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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.
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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.
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F# _ _ Thank
C# _ _ _ _
B _ _ _
F# _ .
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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.
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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.
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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 _ _ _ .