Chicken Fried by Zac Brown Band lyrics and chords

Chicken Fried is one of the most popular songs of the time. Chicken Fried lyrics were written by Zac Brown Band. This song has sung by Zach Brown Band

SingerZac Brown Band
AlbumThe Foundation
Released2008
Tuning Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb

Chicken Fried by lyrics:

You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up

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Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine
And that’s home you know
Sweet tea pecan pie and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow
And my house it’s not much to talk about
But it’s filled with love that’s grown in southern ground
And a little bit of chicken fried

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Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I’ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman’s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother’s love

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Well its 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 a piece of mind this I’ve come to know
So if you agree have a drink with me
Raise you glasses for a toast
To a little bit of chicken fried

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Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I’ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman’s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother’s love

*********

I thank god for my life
And for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly, let it ring.
Salute the ones who died
The ones that give their lives so we don’t have to sacrifice
All the things we love
Like our chicken fried

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Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I’ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman’s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother’s love

**********

“E flat tuning

You know I like my chicken fried, cold beer on a friday night

A pair of jea ns that fit just right and the radio up

Well I was raised up b eneath the sha de of a geor gia pine and that’s home

you know

Sweet tea, pe can pie and h ome made wine where the peaches grow

And my house it ‘s not muc h to talk ab out

But it ‘s filled with love t hat’s grown i n south ern ground

And a little bit of chicken fried, c old beer on a friday night

A pair of jean s that fit just right a nd the r adio up

I like to see n the sun rise, see th e love in my woman’s eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child, an d know a mother’s love

Well its funny how i t`s the little things in li fe that mean the most

Not where you l ive or what you drive or the pric e tag on your clothes

There`s no dollar sig n on a piece of mind this I`ve come to know

So if you agree h ave a drink with m e, raise yo u glasses for a toast

To a little bit of c hicken fried , cold beer on a friday night

A pair of jean s that fit just right a nd the r adio up

I like to seen the sun rise, see th e love in my woman’s eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child, an d know a mother’s love

I thank god for my life

And for the stars and stripes

May free dom forever fly, let it ring.

Salute the ones who died

The ones that give their lives so w e don`t have to sacrifice

All the thin gs we lo ve

Like our c hicken fried, cold beer on a friday night

A pair of jean s that fit just right a nd the r adio up

I like to see n the sun rise, see th e love in my woman’s eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child, an d know a mother’s love

Getcha a l ittle chicken fried, cold beer on a friday night

A pair of jean s that fit just right a nd the r adio up

I like to see n the sun rise, see th e love in my woman’s eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child, an d know a mother’s love

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