Zac Brown Band - Chicken fried

^GYou know I like my Chicken Fried Cold beer on a ^DFriday night A pair of jeans that ^Cfit just right And the radio ^Dup

^GWell I like to see the sunrise See the love in my w^Domens eyes Feel the touch of a ^Cprecious child or my mothers lo^Dve

^GWell I was raised underneath the s^Dhade of a Georgia pi^Cne And thats home ya know ^GSweet tea, pecan p^Die and homemade ^Cwine

^GWell my house aint m^Duch to talk a^Cbout ^Gbut we were still loved and ra^Dised on southern g^Cround

Chorus....And a little bit of ^GChicken fried

^GAint it funny how its the sim^Dple things in l^Cife That mean the most ^GNot where you live or ^Dwhat you drive or the ^CPrice tag on your clothes ^GTheres no dollar sign on ^Dpeace of mind ^Cand this I've come to know ^GIf you agree have a d^Drink with me ^CRaise your glasses for a toast

Chorus....To that ^Gchiken fried G D C D

^GI think god for my life And for the ^Dstars and stripes May freedom ^Cforever fly Let it ^Grin^Dg Salute ^Gthose who died And the ones who ^Dgave their lives So we dont have to ^Csacrifice All the things we ^Dlove

Chorus........Like our ^GChicken Fried