You know
I like my chicken fried
And cold beer
on a Friday night
A pair of jeans
that fit just right
And the radio up
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
And cold beer
on a Friday night
A pair of jeans
that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I can see the sunrise
See the love
in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch
of a precious child
And know a mother's love
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 a piece of mind
This I've come to know
So if you agree
Have a drink with me
Raise your glasses for a toast
To a little bit of chicken fried
And cold beer
on a Friday night
A pair of jeans
that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I can see 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
And cold beer
on a Friday night
A pair of jeans
that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I can see the sunrise
See the love
in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch
of a precious child
And know a mother's love
Get your little chicken fried
And cold beer
on a Friday night
A pair of jeans
that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I can see the sunrise
See the love
in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch
of a precious child
And know a mother's love