Chicken Fried - Zac Brown Band

You know what, I’m 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 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 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 I’ve seen the sunrise

See 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 piece 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 of chicken fried

A cold beer on a Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio up Well I’ve seen the 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

And the ones that gave their lives, so we don’t 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, I’ve seen the sunrise

See the love in my woman’s eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother’s 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, I’ve seen the sunrise

See the love in my woman’s eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother’s love…