Chicken Fried (Instrumental Version)

You know I like my chicken fried

And cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio on

I love to see the sun rise

See the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love

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 of chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio on

I love to see the sun rise

See the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love

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 you glasses for a toast

To a little bit of chicken fried

And cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio on

I love to see the sun rise

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

And cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio on

I love to see the sun rise

See the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love

Get a little chicken fried

And cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio on

I love to see the sun rise

See the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love