You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio
I
was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine
And that's home, you know
Sweet tea, pecan, pine, home and wine
Where the peaches grow
In my house it's not much to talk about
But it's been when love's grown in a southern
ground And a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio I like to see the sunrise
To see the love in a woman's eyes
And feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love
Ain't it funny how it's the little things in life
That mean the most
Not where you live,
what you drive Or the price tag on your clothes
There's no dollar sign on a piece of mind That I've come to know
So if you agree,
have a drink with me Raise your glasses for a toast
To a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio I like to see the sunrise
To see the love in a woman's eyes And
feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother's love
I thank God for my life And for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly Let it rain
Salute the ones who died
The ones who give their lives So we don't have to
sacrifice All the things we love Like our chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio I like
to see the sunrise To see the love in a woman's eyes
And feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love
Forget your little chicken fried Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right And turn the radio up
I like to see the sunrise To see the love in a woman's eyes
And feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love