You know I like my chicken
G
fried, cold beer on a
D
friday
night
A pair of jeans that f
C
it just right and the radio
G
up
D
W
G
ell I was raised up beneath the sh
D
ade of a georgia pi
C
ne and that’s h
D
ome
you know
G
Sweet tea, pecan p
D
ie and home made w
C
ine where the p
D
eaches
grow
G
And my house it’s not m
D
uch to talk a
C
bout
D
But it’s
G
filled with love that’s gr
D
own in southern g
C
round
D
And a little bit of chicken
G
fried, cold beer on a
D
friday
night
A pair of jeans that f
C
it just right and the radio
G
up
D
I like to seen the su
G
n rise, see the love in my w
D
oman’s
eyes
Feel the touch of a pre
C
cious child, and know a mother’s
G
love
D
Well its
G
funny how it`s the l
D
ittle things in li
C
fe that me
D
an the most
Not
G
where you live or
D
what you drive or the
C
price tag on your cloth
D
es
Theres no d
G
ollar sign on a p
D
iece of mind th
C
is Ive come to kn
D
ow
So if y
G
ou agree have a d
D
rink with me, raise you g
C
lasses for a t
D
oast
To a little bit of chicken f
G
ried , cold beer on a
D
friday
night
A pair of jeans that f
C
it just right and the radio
G
up
D
I like to seen the su
G
n rise, see the love in my w
D
oman’s
eyes
Feel the touch of a pre
C
cious child, and know a mother’s
G
love
D
SOLO
G, D, C, G, D
I thank god
G
for my life
And for the s
D
tars and stripes
May freedom for
C
ever fly, let it
G
ring.
Salute the
G
ones who died
The ones that g
D
ive their lives so we don`t have to
C
sacrifice
All the things we l
G
ove
D
Like our chicken [G]fried, cold beer on a f[D]riday nightA pair of jeans that f
C
it just right and the radio
G
up
D
I like to seen the su
G
n rise, see the love in my w
D
oman’s
eyes
Feel the touch of a pre
C
cious child, and know a mother’s
G
love
D
Getcha a little c
G
hicken fried, cold beer
D
on a friday nightA pair of jeans that f
C
it just right and the radio
G
up
D
I like to seen the su
G
n rise, see the love in my w
D
oman’s
eyes
Feel the touch of a pre
C
cious child, and know a mother’s
G
love
D
These known chords are used in this song.
