Zac Brown Band - Chicken fried

W^Gell I was raised up beneath the sh^Dade of a georgia pi^Cne and that's h^Dome you know ^GSweet tea, pecan p^Die and home made w^Cine where the p^Deaches grow ^GAnd my house it's not m^Duch to talk a^Cbout ^D But it's ^Gfilled with love that's gr^Down in southern g^Cround ^D

And a little bit of chicken ^Gfried, cold beer on a ^Dfriday night A pair of jeans that f^Cit just right and the radio ^Gup ^D I like to seen the su^Gn rise, see the love in my w^Doman's eyes Feel the touch of a pre^Ccious child, and know a mother's ^Glove ^D

Well its ^Gfunny how it`s the l<sup>D</sup>ittle things in li<sup>C</sup>fe that me<sup>D</sup>an the most Not <sup>G</sup>where you live or <sup>D</sup>what you drive or the <sup>C</sup>price tag on your cloth<sup>D</sup>es There`s no d^Gollar sign on a p^Diece of mind th^Cis I`ve come to kn^Dow So if y^Gou agree have a d^Drink with me, raise you g^Classes for a t^Doast

To a little bit of chicken f^Gried , cold beer on a ^Dfriday night A pair of jeans that f^Cit just right and the radio ^Gup ^D I like to seen the su^Gn rise, see the love in my w^Doman's eyes Feel the touch of a pre^Ccious child, and know a mother's ^Glove ^D

I thank god ^Gfor my life And for the s^Dtars and stripes May freedom for^Cever fly, let it ^Gring. Salute the ^Gones who died The ones that g^Dive their lives so we don`t have to ^Csacrifice All the things we l^Gove ^D

Like our chicken ^Gfried, cold beer on a f^Driday night A pair of jeans that f^Cit just right and the radio ^Gup ^D I like to seen the su^Gn rise, see the love in my w^Doman's eyes Feel the touch of a pre^Ccious child, and know a mother's ^Glove ^D

Getcha a little c^Ghicken fried, cold beer^D on a friday night A pair of jeans that f^Cit just right and the radio ^Gup ^D

I like to seen the su^Gn rise, see the love in my w^Doman's eyes Feel the touch of a pre^Ccious child, and know a mother's ^Glove ^D