You know I like my chicken fried 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 of chicken fried 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
And 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 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 The ones that gave their lives so we don’t have to sacrifice All the things we love
Like our chicken fried 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
Get a little chicken fried 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 loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
