Chicken Fried Zac Brown Band
CAPO 2
You know I like my chicken [Bb]fried, cold beer on a [F]friday night
A pair of jeans that f[Eb]it just right and the radio [Bb]up [F]
W[Bb]ell I was raised up beneath the sh[F]ade of a georgia pi[Eb]ne and that's h[F]ome
you know
[Bb]Sweet tea, pecan p[F]ie and home made w[Eb]ine where the p[F]eaches grow
[Bb]And my house it's not m[F]uch to talk a[Eb]bout [F]
But it's [Bb]filled with love that's gr[F]own in southern g[Eb]round [F]
And a little bit of chicken [Bb]fried, cold beer on a [F]friday night
A pair of jeans that f[Eb]it just right and the radio [Bb]up [F]
I like to seen the su[Bb]n rise, see the love in my w[F]oman's eyes
Feel the touch of a pre[Eb]cious child, and know a mother's [Bb]love [F]
Well its [Bb]funny how it`s the l[F]ittle things in li[Eb]fe that me[F]an the most
Not [Bb]where you live or [F]what you drive or the [Eb]price tag on your cloth[F]es
There`s no d[Bb]ollar sign on a p[F]iece of mind th[Eb]is I`ve come to kn[F]ow
So if y[Bb]ou agree have a d[F]rink with me, raise you g[Eb]lasses for a t[F]oast
To a little bit of chicken f[Bb]ried , cold beer on a [F]friday night
A pair of jeans that f[Eb]it just right and the radio [Bb]up [F]
I like to seen the su[Bb]n rise, see the love in my w[F]oman's eyes
Feel the touch of a pre[Eb]cious child, and know a mother's [Bb]love [F]
SOLO
G, D, C, G, D
I thank god [Bb]for my life
And for the s[F]tars and stripes
May freedom for[Eb]ever fly, let it [Bb]ring.
Salute the [Bb]ones who died
The ones that g[F]ive their lives so we don`t have to [Eb]sacrifice
All the things we l[Bb]ove [F]
Like our chicken [Bb]fried, cold beer on a f[F]riday night
A pair of jeans that f[Eb]it just right and the radio [Bb]up [F]
I like to seen the su[Bb]n rise, see the love in my w[F]oman's eyes
Feel the touch of a pre[Eb]cious child, and know a mother's [Bb]love [F]
Getcha a little c[Bb]hicken fried, cold beer[F] on a friday night
A pair of jeans that f[Eb]it just right and the radio [Bb]up [F]
I like to seen the su[Bb]n rise, see the love in my w[F]oman's eyes
Feel the touch of a pre[Eb]cious child, and know a mother's [Bb]love [F]
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