Zac Brown Band - Chicken fried

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Well, I was r^Gbaised up Beneath the s^Dbhade of a Georgia pi^Bne And that's ho^Dbme you know ^GbSweet tea, pecan p^Dbie and homemade wi^Bne Where the pe^Dbaches grow And m^Gby house it's not mu^Dbch to talk abo^But ^Db But it's f^Gbilled with love That's g^Dbrown in southern gr^Bound^Db

And a little bit of chicke^Gbn fried Cold beer on a F^Dbriday night a pair of jeans that ^Bfit just right And the radio ^Gbup ^Db Well, I've seen the ^Gbsunrise See the love in my ^Dbwoman's eyes Feel the touch of a p^Brecious child And know a mother's ^Gblove ^Db

It's fu^Gbnny how it's the li^Dbttle things in life^B That m^Dbean the most Not w^Gbhere you live or wh^Dbat you drive Or the p^Brice tag on your ^Dbclothes There's no ^Gbdollar sign on a p^Dbiece of mind T^Bhis I've come to ^Dbknow So if y^Gbou agree, have a dr^Dbink with me Raise your ^Bglasses for a t^Dboast

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I thank God f^Gbor my life And for the s^Dbtars and stripes May freedom f^Borever fly Let it ^Gbring Salute the ^Gbones who died The ones that ^Dbgive their lives So we don't have to ^Bsacrifice All the things we l^Gbove

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