You know what, Im a chicken fried
A cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well, I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia
pine
And thats home you know
Sweet Tea, Pecan Pie, and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow
And my house its not much to talk about
But its filled with love thats grown in thesouthern
ground.
And a little bit of chicken fried
A cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well Ive seen the sunrise
See love in my womans eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mothers love
Its funny how its the little things in life that mean
the most
Not where you live, what you drive, or the price tag on
your clothes
Theres no dollar sign on a piece of mind this Ive
come to know
So if you agree have a drink with me
Raise your glasses for a toast
To a little bit of chicken fried
A cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well Ive seen the sunrise
See the love in my womans eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mothers love
I thank god for my life
And for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly, let it ring
Salute the ones who died
And the ones that gave their lives, so we dont have to
sacrifice
All the things we love
Like our chicken fried
And cold beer on a Friday noght
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well, Ive seen the sunrise
See the love in my womans eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mothers love
You know I like my chicken fried
A cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well, Ive seen the sunrise
See the love in my womans eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mothers love