Lyrics Country Fried

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)
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)
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
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..