Zac Brown Band - Chicken fried

You know I like m^F#my Chicken Fried Cold beer on a ^C#Friday night A pair of jeans that ^Bfit just right And the radi^F#mo up ^C#

Well^F#m I was raised underneath the s^C#hade of a Georgia p^Bine And that's home ya know ^F#mSweet tea, pecan p^C#ie and homemade w^Bine

^F#mWell my house ain't ^C#much to talk a^Bbout ^F#mbut we were still loved and r^C#aised on southern g^Bround

And a little bit of C^F#mhicken fried Cold beer on a ^C#Friday night A pair of jeans that ^Bfit just right And the radi^F#mo up ^C#

Well I like to see the^F#m sunrise See the love in my w^C#oman's eyes Feel the touch of a ^Bprecious child and my mother^F#ms lov^C#e

^F#mAin't it funny how its the simp^C#le things in lif^Be That mean the most ^F#mNot where you live or wh^C#at you drive or the ^BPrice tag on your clothes ^F#mThere's no dollar sign on p^C#eace of mind ^Band this I've come to know ^F#mIf you agree have a dri^C#nk with me ^BRaise your glasses for a toast

I think god for my^F#m life And for the ^C#stars and stripes May freedom ^Bforever fly Let it ^F#mring ^C# Salute ^F#mthose who died And the ones who ^C#gave their lives So we don't have to^B sacrifice All the things we^F#m love^C#