Zac Brown Band - Chicken fried

W^Fell I was raised up beneath the sh^Gade of a georgia pi^Fne and that's h^Gome you know ^FSweet tea, pecan p^Gie and home made w^Fine where the p^Geaches grow ^FAnd my house it's not m^Guch to talk a^Fbout ^G But it's ^Ffilled with love that's gr^Gown in southern g^Fround ^G

And a little bit of chicken ^Ffried, cold beer on a ^Gfriday night A pair of jeans that f^Fit just right and the radio ^Fup ^G I like to seen the su^Fn rise, see the love in my w^Goman's eyes Feel the touch of a pre^Fcious child, and know a mother's ^Flove ^G

Well its ^Ffunny how it`s the l<sup>G</sup>ittle things in li<sup>F</sup>fe that me<sup>G</sup>an the most Not <sup>F</sup>where you live or <sup>G</sup>what you drive or the <sup>F</sup>price tag on your cloth<sup>G</sup>es There`s no d^Follar sign on a p^Giece of mind th^Fis I`ve come to kn^Gow So if y^Fou agree have a d^Grink with me, raise you g^Flasses for a t^Goast

To a little bit of chicken f^Fried , cold beer on a ^Gfriday night A pair of jeans that f^Fit just right and the radio ^Fup ^G I like to seen the su^Fn rise, see the love in my w^Goman's eyes Feel the touch of a pre^Fcious child, and know a mother's ^Flove ^G

I thank god ^Ffor my life And for the s^Gtars and stripes May freedom for^Fever fly, let it ^Fring. Salute the ^Fones who died The ones that g^Give their lives so we don`t have to ^Fsacrifice All the things we l^Fove ^G

Like our chicken ^Ffried, cold beer on a f^Griday night A pair of jeans that f^Fit just right and the radio ^Fup ^G I like to seen the su^Fn rise, see the love in my w^Goman's eyes Feel the touch of a pre^Fcious child, and know a mother's ^Flove ^G

Getcha a little c^Fhicken fried, cold beer^G on a friday night A pair of jeans that f^Fit just right and the radio ^Fup ^G

I like to seen the su^Fn rise, see the love in my w^Goman's eyes Feel the touch of a pre^Fcious child, and know a mother's ^Flove ^G