Lyricist: robby   Composer: robby


You know I like my chicken fried
A 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
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

And it's funny how it's the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live, 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
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

Get you 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

Chicken Fried

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Lyricist: robby   Composer: robby


You know I like my chicken fried
A 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
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

And it's funny how it's the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live, 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
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

Get you 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