| G | D | C | D | |
| W | ell I was raised up beneath the sh | ade of a georgia pi | ne and that's h | ome |
| you know |
| G | D | C | D | |
| Sweet tea, pecan p | ie and home made w | ine where the p | eaches grow |
| G | D | C | D | |
| And my house it's not m | uch to talk a | bout |
| G | D | C | D | |
| But it's | filled with love that's gr | own in southern g | round |
| G | D | |
| And a little bit of chicken | fried, cold beer on a | friday night |
| C | G | D | |
| A pair of jeans that f | it just right and the radio | up |
| G | D | |
| I like to seen the su | n rise, see the love in my w | oman's eyes |
| C | G | D | |
| Feel the touch of a pre | cious child, and know a mother's | love |
| G | D | C | D | |
| Well its | funny how it`s the l | ittle things in li | fe that me | an the most |
| G | D | C | D | |
| Not | where you live or | what you drive or the | price tag on your cloth | es |
| G | D | C | D | |
| There`s no d | ollar sign on a p | iece of mind th | is I`ve come to kn | ow |
| G | D | C | D | |
| So if y | ou agree have a d | rink with me, raise you g | lasses for a t | oast |
| G | D | |
| To a little bit of chicken f | ried , cold beer on a | friday night |
| C | G | D | |
| A pair of jeans that f | it just right and the radio | up |
| G | D | |
| I like to seen the su | n rise, see the love in my w | oman's eyes |
| C | G | D | |
| Feel the touch of a pre | cious child, and know a mother's | love |
| SOLO |
| G, D, C, G, D |
| G | |
| I thank god | for my life |
| D | |
| And for the s | tars and stripes |
| C | G | |
| May freedom for | ever fly, let it | ring. |
| G | |
| Salute the | ones who died |
| D | C | |
| The ones that g | ive their lives so we don`t have to | sacrifice |
| G | D | |
| All the things we l | ove |
| G | D | |
| Like our chicken | fried, cold beer on a f | riday night |
| C | G | D | |
| A pair of jeans that f | it just right and the radio | up |
| G | D | |
| I like to seen the su | n rise, see the love in my w | oman's eyes |
| C | G | D | |
| Feel the touch of a pre | cious child, and know a mother's | love |
| G | D | |
| Getcha a little c | hicken fried, cold beer | on a friday night |
| C | G | D | |
| A pair of jeans that f | it just right and the radio | up |
| G | D | |
| I like to seen the su | n rise, see the love in my w | oman's eyes |
| C | G | D | |
| Feel the touch of a pre | cious child, and know a mother's | love |
I like this one, Ive tried playing a few different ones, but this one sounds right
Oh sweet i love this song it's like my favorite of all time thanks for the chords guys!Keep on ROCKING!
SPOT ON!!!! Thanks Very Much!!!!
is this song played with a capo please let me know
Thanks
U know i Like My Chicken Fried!! lol
Make sure to drop your guitar to an E flat
Answer for rickey....You have to tune your guitar to E flat. Then it is spot on... Great tune....