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]