Chicken Fried Zac Brown Band
Intro: F#m, C#, B, F#m, C#
You know I like m[F#m]y Chicken Fried
Cold beer on a [C#]Friday night
A pair of jeans that [B]fit just right
And the radi[F#m]o up[C#]
Interlude: F#m, C#, B, F#m, C#
Verse:
Well[F#m] I was raised underneath the s[C#]hade of a Georgia p[B]ine
And that's home ya know
[F#m]Sweet tea, pecan p[C#]ie and homemade w[B]ine
where the peaches grow
[F#m]Well my house ain't [C#]much to talk a[B]bout
[F#m]but we were still loved and r[C#]aised on southern g[B]round
Chorus:
And a little bit of C[F#m]hicken fried
Cold beer on a [C#]Friday night
A pair of jeans that [B]fit just right
And the radi[F#m]o 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 [B]precious child
and my mother[F#m]s lov[C#]e
Verse:
[F#m]Ain't it funny how its the simp[C#]le things in lif[B]e
That mean the most
[F#m]Not where you live or wh[C#]at you drive or the
[B]Price tag on your clothes
[F#m]There's no dollar sign on p[C#]eace of mind
[B]and this I've come to know
[F#m]If you agree have a dri[C#]nk with me
[B]Raise your glasses for a toast
Chorus:
Interlude: F#m, C#, B, F#m, C#
Verse:
I think god for my[F#m] life
And for the [C#]stars and stripes
May freedom [B]forever fly
Let it [F#m]ring[C#]
Salute [F#m]those 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#]
Chorus:
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