Country Fried

Chorus 1 You know I like my Chicken Fried Cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio (Break) up (In on & of 1) Fiddle.. / Verse 1 (½ time) Well I was raised underneath the shade of a Georgia pine And that’s home ya know (Break) Sweet tea, pecan pie and homemade wine where the peaches grow And my house It’s not much to talk about ) but a still in love it’s grown in southern ground (Break) Chorus 2 And a little bit of Chicken Fried Cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up I like to see the sunrise See the love in my woman’s eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother’s love Verse 2 ½ Time It’s funny how it’s the little things in life… That mean the most Not where you live or what you drive or the Price tag on your clothes There’s no dollar sign on peace of mind This I've come to know So If you agree have a drink with me Raise your glasses for a toast (Band back in on “Fried”) Chorus 3 To a little bit of Chicken Fried & Cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up I like to see the sunrise See the love in my woman’s eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother’s love Fiddle Solo: / Into Guitar intro Verse 3 ½ Time Guitar vocals only I thank god for my life And for the stars and stripes May freedom forever fly Let it ring Salute the ones who died And the ones who give their lives So we dont have to sacrifice All the things we love Chorus 4: Like our Chicken Fried etc.. Chorus 5: (REGGAE First half of Chorus) Gitch ya little Chicken Fried etc. 2nd half of Chorus: normal feel Out