Chicken Fried - Zac Brown Band Intro: [G] [D] [C] [G] [D] You know I like my chicken [G] fried, cold beer on a [D] Friday night A pair of jeans that [C] fit just right and the radio [G] up [D] [G] [D] [C] [G] [D] [Verse 1] Well I was [G] raised up beneath the [D] shade of a Georgia [C] pine and that's [D] home you know [G] Sweet tea, pecan [D] pie and home made [C] wine where the [D] peaches grow [G] And my house it's not [D] much to talk [C] about [D] But it's [G] filled with love that's [D] grown in southern [C] ground [D] |[Chorus] |And a little bit of chicken [G] fried, cold beer on a [D] Friday night |A pair of jeans that [C] fit just right and the radio [G] up [D] |I like to seen the [G] sun rise, see the love in my [D] woman's eyes |Feel the touch of a pre[C]cious child, and know a mother's [G] love [D] [Verse 2] Well its [G] funny how it`s the [D] little things in [C] life that mean the [D] most Not [G] where you live or [D] what you drive or the [C] price tag on your [D] clothes There`s no [G] dollar sign on a [D] piece of mind [C] this I`ve come to [D] know So if [G] you agree have a [D] drink with me, raise you [C] glasses for a [D] toast |[Chorus 2] |To a little bit of chicken [G] fried , cold beer on a [D] Friday night |A pair of jeans that [C] fit just right and the radio [G] up [D] |I like to seen the [G] sun rise, see the love in my [D] woman's eyes |Feel the touch of a pre[C]cious child, and know a mother's [G] love [D] [Instrumental] [G] [D] [C] [G] [D] [Verse 3] I thank god [G] for my life And for the [D] stars and stripes May freedom for[C]ever fly, let it [G] ring. [D] Salute the [G] ones who died The ones that [D] give their lives so we don`t have to [C] sacrifice All the things we [G] love [D] |[Chorus 3] |Like our chicken [G] fried, cold beer on a [D] Friday night |A pair of jeans that [C] fit just right and the radio [G] up [D] |I like to seen the [G] sun rise, see the love in my [D] woman's eyes |Feel the touch of a pre[C]cious child, and know a mother's [G] love [D] |[Chorus 4] |Getcha a little [G] chicken fried, cold beer [D] on a Friday night |A pair of jeans that [C] fit just right and the radio [G] up [D] |I like to seen the [G] sun rise, see the love in my [D] woman's eyes |Feel the touch of a pre[C]cious child, and know a mother's [G] love [D]