Chicken Fried (The Voice Performance)

Chicken Fried (The Voice Performance) - Jordan Rager

Written by：Wyatt Duret

You know I like my chicken fried

An' 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 that's home you know

Sweet tea pecan pie and homemade wine

Where the peaches grow

And my house it's not much to talk about

But it's filled with love that's grown in southern ground

And a little bit o' chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio up

I like to see the sunrise

See the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love

Well it's funny how it's the little things in life

That mean the most

Not where you live what you drive or the price

Tag on your clothes

There's no dollar sign on a peace of mind this

I've come to know

So if you agree have a drink with me

Raise your glasses for a toast

To a little bit o' chicken fried

An' cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio up

Well I've seen a sunrise

See the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's 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

The ones that give their lives

So we don't have to sacrifice

All the things we love

Like our chicken fried

An' cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio up

I like to see the sunrise

See the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love

Get ya little chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And turn the radio up

I like to see a sunrise

See the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love