Chicken Fried Teclado

	    
                   G   
You know I like my chicken fried   
               D   
Cold beer on a Friday night   
                      C 
A pair of jeans that fit just right   
               G   D   
And the radio up   
G                                D                  C  
Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine   
           D   
And that`s home you know   
G                D               C   
Sweet tea pecan pie and homemade wine   
          D   
Where the peaches grow   
G                     D             C - D   
And my house it`s not much to talk about   
           G                     D                 C         D   
But it`s filled with love that`s grown in southern ground   

 
                    G   
And a little bit of chicken fried   
               D   
Cold beer on a Friday night   
                     C   
A pair of jeans that fit just right   
        G        - D   
And the radio up   
                   G   
Well I`ve seen the sunrise   
                   D   
See the love in my woman`s eyes   
                      C   
Feel the touch of a precious child   
                    G    - D   
And know a mother`s love  
 


           G                 D               C                 D   
Well its funny how it`s the simple things in life that mean the most   
    G                     D                    C                 D   
Not where you live or the car you drive or the price tag on your clothes   
                             D             C               D  
There`s no dollar sign on a piece of mind this I`ve come to know   
       G               D   
So if you agree have a drink with me   
          C             D   
Raise you glasses for a toast   
                          G   
To a little bit of chicken fried   

(Chorus)   

        G   
I thank god for my life   
           D   
And for the stars and stripes   
               C                G   - D   
May freedom forever fly, let it ring.   
            G   
Salute the ones who died   
                D                                  C   
The ones that give their lives so we don`t have to sacrifice   
                  G      D   
All the things we love   
           G   
Like our chicken fried   

(Chorus)   

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